There was a great and joyous meeting between Bree and Cor， and Bree， who was still in a rather subdued frame of mind， agreed to set out for Anvard at once： he and Hwin would cross into Narnia on the following day. All four bade an affectionate farewell to the Hermit and promised that they would soon visit him again. By about the middle of the morning they were on their way. The Horses had expected that Aravis and Cor would ride， but Cor explained that except in war， where everyone must do what he can do best， no one in Narnia or Archenland ever dreamed of mounting a Talking Horse.
This reminded poor Bree again of how little he knew about Narnian customs and what dreadful mistakes he might make. So while Hwin strolled along in a happy dream， Bree got more nervous and more self.conscious with every step he took.
“Buck up， Bree，” said Cor. “It‘s far worse for me than for you. You aren’t going to be educated. I shall be learning reading and writing and heraldry and dancing and history and music while you‘ll be galloping and rolling on the hills of Narnia to your heart’s content.”
