“I‘ll never be able to say that，” said Shasta. “Can I call youBree？”
“Well， if it’s the best you can do， I suppose you must，” said the Horse. “And what shall I call you？”
“I‘m called Shasta.”
“H’m，” said Bree. “Well， now， there‘s a name that’s really hard to pronounce. But now about this gallop. It‘s a good deal easier than trotting if you only knew， because you don’t have to rise and fall. Grip with your knees and keep your eyes straight ahead between my ears. Don‘t look at the ground. If you think you’re going to fall just grip harder and sit up straighter. Ready？ Now： for Narnia and the North.”
A Wayside Adventure
It was nearly noon on the following day when Shasta was wakened by something warm and soft moving over his face. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into the long face of a horse； its nose and lips were almost touching his. He remembered the exciting events of the previous night and sat up. But as he did so he groaned.
“Ow， Bree，” he gasped. “I‘m so sore. All over. I can hardly move.”
