They strolled across and found Bree lying with his face towards the wall， and though he must have heard them coming， he never turned his head or spoke a word.
“Good morning， Bree，” said Aravis. “How are you this morning？”
Bree muttered something that no one could hear.
“The Hermit says that Shasta probably got to King Lune in time，” continued Aravis， “so it looks as if all our troubles are over. Narnia， at last， Bree！”
“I shall never see Narnia，” said Bree in a low voice. “Aren’t you well， Bree dear？” said Aravis.
Bree turned round at last， his face mournful as only a horse‘s can be.
“I shall go back to Calormen，” he said.
“What？” said Aravis. “Back to slavery！”
“Yes，” said Bree. “Slavery is all I’m fit for. How can I ever show my face among the free Horses of Narnia？.I who left a mare and a girl and a boy to be eaten by lions while I galloped all I could to save my own wretched skin！”
“We all ran as hard as we could，” said Hwin.
