“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 andcovered 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.
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.
