“Then you can take them off and put them in the saddlebag. We may be able to sell them when we get to Tashbaan. Ready？ And now I think you can get up.”
“Ooh！ You‘re a dreadful height，” gasped Shasta after hisfirst， and unsuccessful， attempt.
“I’m a horse， that‘s all，” was the reply. “Anyone would think I was a haystack from the way you’re trying to climb up me！ There， that‘s better. Now sit up and remember what I told you about your knees. Funny to think of me who has led cavalry charges and won races having a potato.sack like you in the saddle！ However， off we go.” He chuckled， not unkindly.
