The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"And the Prince waking next morning and finding his birds flown!" said Peridan,
clapping his hands.
"Oh Master Tumnus, dear Master Tumnus," said the Queen, catching his hands and
swinging with him as he danced. "You have saved us all."
"The Prince will chase us," said another lord, whose name Shasta had not heard.
"That's the least of my fears," said Edmund. "I have seen all the shipping in the river and
there's no tall ship of war nor swift galley there. I wish he may chase us! For the
Splendour Hyaline could sink anything he has to send after her - if we were overtaken at
all."
"Sire," said the Raven. "You shall hear no better plot than the Faun's though we sat in
council for seven days. And now, as we birds say, nests before eggs. Which is as much as
to say, let us all take our food and then at once be about our business."
Everyone arose at this and the doors were opened and the lords and the creatures stood
aside for the King and Queen to go out first. Shasta wondered what he ought to do, but
Mr Tumnus said, "Lie there, your Highness, and I will bring you up a little feast to
yourself in a few moments. There is no need for you to move until we are all ready to
embark."
Shasta laid his head down again on the pillows and soon he was alone in the room.
"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,
closefisted 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 dn'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."
The Faun trotted in, half dancing, with a tray in its hands which was nearly as large as
itself. This he set on an inlaid table beside Shasta's sofa, and sat down himself on the
carpeted floor with his goaty legs crossed.
"Now, princeling," he said. "Make a good dinner. It will be your last meal in Tashbaan."