CHAPTER FOURTEEN HOW BREE BECAME A WISER HORSE（第4/4页）

It was five minutes before he rose again, blowing hard and covered with bits of bracken.

"Now I'm ready," he said in a voice of profound gloom. "Lead on,Prince Cor, Narnia and the North. "

But he looked more like a horse going to a funeral than a long-lost captive returning to home and freedom.