The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

Here he was pressed and jostled a bit, for a good many other people were also going out;
and on the bridge beyond the gate the crowd became quite a slow procession, more like a
queue than a crowd. Out there, with clear running water on each side, it was deliciously
fresh after the smell and heat and noise of Tashbaan.
When once Shasta had reached the far end of the bridge he found the crowd melting
away; everyone seemed to be going either to the left or right along the river bank. He
went straight ahead up a road that did not appear to be much used, between gardens. In a
few paces he was alone, and a few more brought him to the top of the slope. There he
stood and stared. It was like coming to the end of the world for all the grass stopped quite
suddenly a few feet before him and the sand began: endless level sand like on a sea shore
but a bit rougher because it was never wet. The mountains, which now looked further off
than before, loomed ahead. Greatly to his relief he saw, about five minutes' walk away on
his left, what must certainly be the Tombs, just as Bree had described them; great masses
of mouldering stone shaped like gigantic bee-hive, but a little narrower. They looked very
black and grim, for the sun was now setting right behind them.
He turned his face West and trotted towards the Tombs. He could not help looking out
very hard for any sign of his friends, though the setting sun shone in his face so that he
could see hardly anything. "And anyway," he thought, "of course they'll be round on the
far side of the farthest Tomb, not this side where anyone might see them from the city."
There were about twelve Tombs, each with a low arched doorway that opened into
absolute blackness. They were dotted about in no kind of order, so that it took a long
time, going round this one and going round that one, before you could be sure that you
had looked round every side of every tomb. This was what Shasta had to do. There was
nobody there.
It was very quiet here out on the edge of the desert; and now the sun had really set.
Suddenly from somewhere behind him there came a terrible sound. Shasta's heart gave a
great jump and he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from screaming. Next moment
he realized what it was: the horns of Tashbaan blowing for the closing of the gates.
"Don't be a silly little coward," said Shasta to himself. "Why, it's only the same noise you
heard this morning." But there is a great difference between a noise heard letting you in
with your friends in the morning, and a noise heard alone at nightfall, shutting you out.
And now that the gates were shut he knew there was no chance of the others joining him
that evening. "Either they're shut up in Tashbaan for the night," thought Shasta, "or else
they've gone on without me. It's just the sort of thing that Aravis would do. But Bree
wouldn't. Oh, he wouldn't. - now, would he?"
In this idea about Aravis Shasta was once more quite wrong. She was proud and could be
hard enough but she was as true as steel and would never have deserted a companion,
whether she liked him or not.