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ent when shasta noticed that he could see brees neck and head in front of him a little more clearly than before； and slowly； very slowly； he began to notice the vast grey flatness on every side。 it looked absolutely dead； like something in a dead world； and shasta felt quite terribly tired and noticed that he was getting cold and that his lips were dry。 and all the time the squeak of the leather； the jingle of the bits； and the noise of the hoofs…not propputtypropputty as it would be on a hard road； but thubbudythubbudy on the dry sand。
at last； after hours of riding； far away on his right there came a single long streak of paler grey； low down on the horizon。 then a streak of red。 it was the morning at last； but without a single bird to sing about it。 he was glad of the walking bits now； for he was colder than ever。
then suddenly the sun rose and everything changed in a moment。 the grey sand turned yellow and twinkled as if it was strewn with diamonds。 on their left the shadows of shasta and hwin and bree and aravis； enormously long； raced beside them。 the double peak of mount pire； far ahead； flashed in the sunlight and shasta saw they were a little out of the course。 〃a bit left； a bit left；〃 he sang out。 best of all； when you looked back； tashbaan was already small and remote。 the tombs were quite invisible： swallowed up in that single； jagged…edged hump which was the city of the tisroc。 everyone felt better。
but not for long。 though tashbaan looked very far away when they first saw it； it refused to look any further away as they went on。 shasta gave up looking back at it； for it only gave him the feeling that they were not moving at all。 then the light became a nuisance。
the glare of the sand made his eyes ache： but he knew he mustnt shut them。 he must screw them up and keep on looking ahead at mount pire and shouting out directions。
then came the heat。 he noticed it for the first time when he had to dismount and walk： as he slipped down to the sand the heat from it struck up into his face as if from the opening of an oven door。 next time it was worse。 but the third time； as his bare feet touched the sand he screamed with pain and got one foot back in the stirrup and the other half over brees back before you could have said knife。
〃sorry； bree；〃 he gasped。 〃i cant walk。 it burns my feet。〃 〃of course！〃 panted bree。
〃should have thought of that myself。 stay on。 cant be helped。鈥�
〃its all right for you；〃 said shasta to aravis who was walking beside hwin。 〃youve got shoes on。鈥�
aravis said nothing and looked prim。 lets hope she didnt mean to； but she did。
on again； trot and walk and trot； jingle…jingle…jingle； squeak…squeak… squeak； smell of hot horse； smell of hot self； blinding glare； headache。 and nothing at all different for mile after mile。 tashbaan would never look any further away。 the mountains would never look any nearer。 you felt this had been going on for always … jingle… jingle…jingle； squeaksqueak…squeak； smell of hot horse； smell of hot self。
of course one tried all sorts of games with oneself to try to make the time pass： and of course they were all no good。 and one tried very hard not to think of drinks…iced sherbet in a palace in tashbaan； clear spring water tinkling with a dark earthy sound； cold； smooth milk just creamy enough and not too creamy … and the harder you tried not to think； the more you thought。
at last there was something different … a mass of rock sticking up out of the sand about fifty yards long and thirty feet high。 it did not cast much shadow； for the sun was now very high； but it cast a little。 into that shade they crowded。 there they ate some food and drank a little water。 it is not easy giving a horse a drink out of a skin bottle； but bree and hwin were clever with their lips。 no one had anything like enough。 no one spoke。 the horses were flecked with foam and their breathing was noisy。 the children were pale。
after a very short rest they went on again。 same noises； same smells； same glare； till at last their shadows began to fall on their right； and then got longer and longer till they seemed to stretch out to the eastern end of the world。 very slowly the sun drew nearer to the western horizon。 and now at last he was down and； thank goodness； the merciless glare was gone； though the heat ing up from the sand was still as bad as ever。 four pairs of eyes were looking out eagerly for any sign of the valley that sallowpad the raven had spoken about。 but； mile after mile； there was nothing but level sand。 and now the day was quite definitely done； and most of the stars were out； and still the horses thundered on and the children rose and sank in their saddles； miserable with thirst and weariness。 not till the moon had risen did shasta … in the strange； barking voice of someone whose mouth is perfectly dry…shout out： 〃there it is！鈥�
there was no mistaking it now。 ahead； and a little to their right； there was at last a slope： a slope downward and hummocks of rock on each side。 the horses were far too tired to speak but they swung round towards it and in a minute or two they were entering the gully。 at first it was worse in there than it had been out in the open desert； for there was a breathless stuffiness between the rocky walls and less moonlight。 the slope continued
steeply downwards and the rocks on either hand rose to the height of cliffs。 then they began to meet vegetation … prickly cactus…like plants and coarse grass of the kind that would prick your fingers。 soon the horse…hoofs were falling on pebbles and stones instead of sand。 round every bend of the valley … and it had many bends … they looked eagerly for water。 the horses were nearly at the end of their strength now； and hwin； stumbling and panting； was lagging behind bree。 they were almost in despair before at last they came to a little muddiness and a tiny trickle of water through softer and better grass。 and the trickle became a brook； and the brook became a stream with bushes on each side； and the stream became a river and there came （after more disappointments than i could possibly describe） …a moment when shasta； who had been in a kind of doze； suddenly realized that bree had stopped and found himself slipping off。 before them a little cataract of water poured into a broad pool： and both the horses were already in the pool with their heads down； drinking； drinking； drinking。 〃o…o…oh；〃 said shasta and plunged in … it was about up to his knees … and stooped his head right into the cataract。 it was perhaps the loveliest moment in his life。
it was about ten minutes later when all four of them （the two children wet nearly all over）
came out and began to notice their surroundings。 the moon was now high enough to peep down into the valley。 there was soft grass on both sides of the river； and beyond the grass； trees and bushes sloped up to the bases of the cliffs。 there must have been some wonderful flowering shrubs hidden in that shadowy undergrowth for the whole glade was full of the coolest and most delicious smells。 and out of the darkest recess among the trees there came a sound shasta had never heard