The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

With a great deal' of bustle, muttering reproaches to itself, the Dwarf half led and half
supported Shasta at a great speed further into the wood and a little downhill. It was a
longer walk than Shasta wanted at that moment and his legs had begun to feel very shaky
before they came out from the trees on to bare hillside. There they found a little house
with a smoking chimney and an open door, and as they came to the doorway Duffle
called out,
"Hey, brothers! A visitor for breakfast."
And immediately, mixed with a sizzling sound, there came to Shasta a simply delightful
smell. It was one he had never smelled in his life before, but I hope you have. It was, in
fact, the smell of bacon and eggs and mushrooms all frying in a pan.
"Mind your head, lad," said Duffle a moment too late, for Shasta had already bashed his
forehead against the low lintel of the door. "Now," continued the Dwarf, "sit you down.
The table's a bit low for you, but then the stool's low too. That's right. And here's porridge
- and here's a jug of cream - and here's a spoon."
By the time Shasta had finished his porridge, the Dwarf's two brothers (whose names
were Rogin and Bricklethumb) were putting the dish of bacon and eggs and mushrooms,
and the coffee pot and the hot milk, and the toast, on the table.
It was all new and wonderful to Shasta for Calormene food is quite different. He didn't
even know what the slices of brown stuff were, for he had never seen toast before. He
didn't know what the yellow soft thing they smeared on the toast was, because in
Calormen you nearly always get oil instead of butter. And the house itself was quite
different from the dark, frowsty, fish-smelling but of Arsheesh and from the pillared and
carpeted halls in the palaces of Tashbaan. The roof was very low, and everything was
made of wood, and there was a cuckoo-clock and a red-and-white checked table-cloth
and a bowl of wild flowers and little curtains on the thick-paned windows. It was also
rather troublesome having to use dwarf cups and plates and knives and forks. This meant
that helpings were very small, but then there were a great many helpings, so that Shasta's
plate or cup was being filled every moment, and every moment the Dwarfs themselves
were saying, "Butter please", or "Another cup of coffee," or "I'd like a few more
mushrooms," or "What about frying another egg or so?" And when at last they had all
eaten as much as they possibly could the three Dwarfs drew lots for who would do the
washing-up, and Rogin was the unlucky one. Then Duffle and Bricklethumb took Shasta
outside to a bench which ran against the cottage wall, and they all stretched out their legs
and gave a great sigh of contentment and the two Dwarfs lit their pipes. The dew was off
the grass now and the sun was warm; indeed, if there hadn't been a light breeze, it would
have been too hot.
"Now, Stranger," said Duffle, "I'll show you the lie of the land. You can see nearly all
South Narnia from here, and we're rather proud of the view. Right away on your left,