followers lying ready for him and he put out to sea with me on board. But Father got wind 
of it, though not quite in time, and was after him as quickly as he could. The Lord Bar 
was already at sea when Father reached the coast, but not out of sight. And Father was 
embarked in one of his own warships within twenty minutes.
    
    "It must have been a wonderful chase. They were six days following Bar's galleon and 
brought her to battle on the seventh. It was a great sea-fight (I heard a lot about it 
yesterday evening) from ten o'clock in the morning till sunset. Our people took the ship 
in the end. But I wasn't there. The Lord Bar himself had been killed in the battle. But 
one of his men said that, early that morning, as soon as he saw he was certain to be 
overhauled, Bar had given me to one of his knights and sent us both away in the ship's 
boat. And that boat was never seen again. But of course that was the same boat that Aslan 
(he seems to be at the back of all the stories) pushed ashore at the right place for 
Arsheesh to pick me up. I wish I knew that knight's name, for he must have kept me alive 
and starved himself to do it."
    
    "I suppose Aslan would say that was part of someone else's story," said Aravis.
    
    "I was forgetting that," said Cor.
    
    "And I wonder how the prophecy will work out," said Aravis, "and what the great 
danger is that you're to save Archenland from."
    
    "Well," said Cor rather awkwardly, "they seem to think I've done it already."
    
    Aravis clapped her hands. "Why, of course!" she said. "How stupid I am. And how 
wonderful! Archenland can never be in much greater danger than it was when Rabadash had 
crossed the Arrow with his two hundred horse and you hadn't yet got through with your 
message. Don't you feel proud?"
    
    "I think I feel a bit scared," said Cor.
    
    "And you'll be living at Anvard now," said Aravis rather wistfully.
    
    "Oh!" said Cor, "I'd nearly forgotten what I came about. Father wants you to come and 
live with us. He says there's been no lady in the court (they call it the court, I don't 
know why) since Mother died. Do, Aravis. You'll like Father-and Corin. They're not like 
me; they've been properly brought up. You needn't be afraid that-"
    
    "Oh stop it," said Aravis, "or we'll have a real fight. Of course I'll come."
    
    "Now let's go and see the Horses," said Cor.
    
    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."
    
    "But that's just the point," groaned Bree. "Do Talking Horses roll? Supposing they 
don't? I can't bear to give it up. What do you think, Hwin?"
    
    "I'm going to roll anyway," said Hwin. "I don't suppose any of them will care two 
lumps of sugar whether you roll or not."
    
    "Are we near that castle?" said Bree to Cor.
    
    "Round the next bend," said the Prince.
    
    "Well," said Bree, "I'm going to have a good one now: it may be the last. Wait for me 
a minute."
    
    It was five minutes before he rose again, blowing hard and covered with bits of 
bracken.
    
    "Now I'm ready," he said in a voice of profound gloom. "Lead on, Prince Cor, Narnia 
and the North."
    
    But he looked more like a horse going to a funeral than a long-lost captive returning 
to home and freedom.
    
    
    
    
    CHAPTER FIFTEEN
    
    RABADASH THE RIDICULOUS
    
    THE next turn of the road-brought them out from among the trees and there, across 
green lawns, sheltered from the north wind by the high wooded ridge at its back, they saw 
the castle of Anvard. It was very old and built of a warm, reddish-brown stone.
    
    Before they had reached the gate King Lune came out to meet them, not looking at all 
like Aravis's idea of a king and wearing the oldest of old clothes; for he had just come 
from making a round of the kennels with his Huntsman and had only stopped for a moment to 
wash his doggy hands. But the bow with which he greeted Aravis as he took her hand would 
have been stately enough for an Emperor.
    
    "Little lady," he said, "we bid you very heartily welcome. If my dear wife were still