“I told you that shoe was loose,” Bree said with a toss of his head, unsettling Shasta as the boy scrambled off his back.
Hwin wanted to nip that proud arching neck (or, more accurately, the war horse’s dancing rear — really, he was not making this any easier for the poor boy), but was too well brought up to actually do so; but well she knew that both Narnians and Calormenes stilled when a story was told, so whichever she and Bree were after all these years, Hwin figured a story would do the trick either way.
“Come and listen with your sensitive hearts, oh my mistress and companions on this sunstruck road,” she began, hopelessly muddling the oral traditions but watching in satisfaction as Bree’s restless legs settled long enough for Shasta to go to work on the loose shoe, “listen as I tell you of the kingdom that was lost for want of a single warrior, on a single horse, with a single shoe in want of a single nail...”
Narnia: A Horse and His Boy
Hwin wanted to nip that proud arching neck (or, more accurately, the war horse’s dancing rear — really, he was not making this any easier for the poor boy), but was too well brought up to actually do so; but well she knew that both Narnians and Calormenes stilled when a story was told, so whichever she and Bree were after all these years, Hwin figured a story would do the trick either way.
“Come and listen with your sensitive hearts, oh my mistress and companions on this sunstruck road,” she began, hopelessly muddling the oral traditions but watching in satisfaction as Bree’s restless legs settled long enough for Shasta to go to work on the loose shoe, “listen as I tell you of the kingdom that was lost for want of a single warrior, on a single horse, with a single shoe in want of a single nail...”