“Is anything wrong? ” whispered Shasta to Aravis, who had an odd look on her face.
“Oh it's all very well for you, ” whispered Aravis rather savagely.“What would you care about Tashbaan? But I ought to be riding in on a litter with soldiers before me and slaves behind, and perhaps going to a feast in the Tisroc's palace (may he live for ever)—not sneaking in like this. It's different for you.”