With a great cloppitty.clop the column began to move， and Shasta breathed again. They had taken the other road.
Shasta thought they took a long time going past， for though he had been talking and thinking about “two hundred horse” all day， he had not realized how many they really were. But at last the sound died away and once more he was alone amid the drip.drip from the trees.
He now knew the way to Anvard but of course he could not now go there： that would only mean running into the arms of Rabadash‘s troopers. “What on earth am I to do？” said Shasta to himself. But he remounted his horse and continued along the road he had chosen， in the faint hope of finding some cottage where he might ask for shelter and a meal. He had thought， of course， of going back to Aravis and Bree and Hwin at the hermitage， but he couldn’t because by now he had not the least idea of the direction.
“After all，” said Shasta， “this road is bound to get to somewhere.”
