The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"And what happened to the girl - the one you drugged?" asked Shasta.
"Doubtless she was beaten for sleeping late," said Aravis coolly. "But she was a tool and
spy of my stepmother's. I am very glad they should beat her."
"I say, that was hardly fair," said Shasta.
"I did not do any of these things for the sake of pleasing you," said Aravis.
"And there's another thing I don't understand about that story," said Shasta. "You're not
grown up, I don't believe you're any older than I am. I don't believe you're as old. How
could you be getting married at your age?"
Aravis said nothing, but Bree at once said, "Shasta, don't display your ignorance. They're
always married at that age in the great Tarkaan families."
Shasta turned very red (though it was hardly light enough for the others to see this) and
felt snubbed. Aravis asked Bree for his story. Bree told it, and Shasta thought that he put
in a great deal more than he needed about the falls and the bad riding. Bree obviously
thought it very funny, but Aravis did not laugh. When Bree had finished they all went to
sleep.
Next day all four of them, two horses and two humans, continued their journey together.
Shasta thought it had been much pleasanter when he and Bree were on their own. For
now it was Bree and Aravis who did nearly all the talking. Bree had lived a long time in
Calormen and had always been among Tarkaans and Tarkaans' horses, and so of course
he knew a great many of the same people and places that Aravis knew. She would always
be saying things like, "But if you were at the fight of Zulindreh you would have seen my
cousin Alimash," and Bree would answer, "Oh, yes, Alimash, he was only captain of the
chariots, you know. I don't quite hold with chariots or the kind of horses who draw
chariots. That's not real cavalry. But he is a worthy nobleman. He filled my nosebag with
sugar after the taking of Teebeth." Or else Bree would say, "I was down at the lake of
Mezreel that summer," and Aravis would say, "Oh, Mezreel! I had a friend there,
Lasaraleen Tarkheena. What a delightful place it is. Those gardens, and the Valley of the
Thousand Perfumes!" Bree was not in the least trying to leave Shasta out of things,
though Shasta sometimes nearly thought he was. People who know a lot of the same
things can hardly help talking about them, and if you're there you can hardly help feeling
that you're out of it.
Hwin the mare was rather shy before a great war-horse like Bree and said very little. And
Aravis never spoke to Shasta at all if she could help it.
Soon, however, they had more important things to think of. They were getting near
Tashbaan. There were more, and larger, villages, and more people on the roads. They
now did nearly all their travelling by night and hid as best they could during the day. And