The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

Next morning when he woke, the cat was gone, the sun was already up, and the sand hot.
Shasta, very thirsty, sat up and rubbed his eyes. The desert was blindingly white and,
though there was a murmur of noises from the city behind him, where he sat everything
was perfectly still. When he looked a little left and west, so that the sun was not in his
eyes, he could see the mountains on the far side of the desert, so sharp and clear that they
looked only a stone's throw away. He particularly noticed one blue height that divided
into two peaks at the top and decided that it must be Mount Pire. "That's our direction,
judging by what the Raven said," he thought, "so I'll just make sure of it, so as not to
waste any time when the others turn up." So he made a good, deep straight furrow with
his foot pointing exactly to Mount Pire.
The next job, clearly, was to get something to eat and drink. Shasta trotted back through
the Tombs - they looked quite ordinary now and he wondered how he could ever have
been afraid of them - and down into the cultivated land by the river's side. There were a
few people about but not very many, for the city gates had been open several hours and
the early morning crowds had already gone in. So he had no diffculty in doing a little
"raiding" (as Bree called it). It involved a climb over a garden wall and the results were
three oranges, a melon, a fig or two, and a pomegranate. After that, he went down to the
river bank, but not too near the bridge, and had a drink. The water was so nice that he
took off his hot, dirty clothes and had a dip; for of course Shasta, having lived on the
shore all his life, had learned to swim almost as soon as he had learned to walk. When he
came out he lay on the grass looking across the water at Tashbaan - all the splendour and
strength and glory of it. But that made him remember the dangers of it too. He suddenly
realized that the others might have reached the Tombs while he was bathing ("and gone
on without me, as likely as not"), so he dressed in a fright and tore back at such a speed
that he was all hot and thirsty when he arrived and so the good of his bathe was gone.
Like most days when you are alone and waiting for something this day seemed about a
hundred hours long. He had plenty to think of, of course, but sitting alone, just thinking,
is pretty slow. He thought a good deal about the Narnians and especially about Corin. He
wondered what had happened when they discovered that the boy who had been lying on
the sofa and hearing all their secret plans wasn't really Corin at all. It was very unpleasant
to think of all those nice people imagining him a traitor.
But as the sun slowly, slowly climbed up to the top of the sky and then slowly, slowly
began going downwards to the West, and no one came and nothing at all happened, he
began to get more and more anxious. And of course he now realized that when they
arranged to wait for one another at the Tombs no one had said anything about How Long.
He couldn't wait here for the rest of his life! And soon it would be dark again, and he
would have another night just like last night. A dozen different plans went through his
head, all wretched ones, and at last he fixed on the worst plan of all. He decided to wait
till it was dark and then go back to the river and steal as many melons as he could carry
and set out for Mount Pire alone, trusting for his direction to the line he had drawn that
morning in the sand. It was a crazy idea and if he had read as many books as you have
about journeys over deserts he would never have dreamed of it. But Shasta had read no
books at all.