“This is perfectly dreadful，” thought Shasta. It never came into his head to tell these Narnians the whole truth and ask for their help. Having been brought up by a hard， close.fisted man like Arsheesh， he had a fixed habit of never telling grown.ups anything if he could help it： he thought they would always spoil or stop whatever you were trying to do. And he thought that even if the Narnian King might be friendly to the two horses， because they were Talking Beasts of Narnia， he would hate Aravis， because she was a Calormene， and either sell her for a slave or send her back to her father. As for himself， “I simply daren‘t tell them I’m not Prince Corin now，” thought Shasta. “I‘ve heard all their plans. If they knew I wasn’t one of themselves， they‘d never let me out of this house alive. They’d be afraid I‘d betray them to the Tisroc. They’d kill me. And if the real Corin turns up， it‘ll all come out， and they will！” He had， you see， no idea of how noble and free.born people behave.
“What am I to do？ What am I to do？” he kept saying to himself. “What.hullo， here comes that goaty little creature again.”
