He jumped down onto the rubbish and began trotting along downhill as fast as he could in the narrow lane, which soht him into a wider street where there were more people. No ohered to look at a little ragged boy running along on bare feet. Still, he was anxious and uneasy till he turned a er and there saw the city gate in front of him. Here he resd and jostled a bit, food 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 a and noi of Tashbaan.
When once Shasta had reached the far end of the bridge he found the elting away; everyone emed to be goiher to the left ht along the river bank. He went straight ahead up a road that did not appear to be much ud, 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 ing 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 a shore but a bit rougher becau it was never wet. The mountains, whiow 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 mass of mouldering stone shaped like gigantic beehives, but a little narrower. They looked very blad grim, for the sun was now tting right behind them.
He jumped down onto the rubbish and began trotting along downhill as fast as he could in the narrow lane, which soht him into a wider street where there were more people. No ohered to look at a little ragged boy running along on bare feet. Still, he was anxious and uneasy till he turned a er and there saw the city gate in front of him. Here he resd and jostled a bit, food 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 a and noi of Tashbaan.
When once Shasta had reached the far end of the bridge he found the elting away; everyone emed to be goiher to the left ht along the river bank. He went straight ahead up a road that did not appear to be much ud, 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 ing 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 a shore but a bit rougher becau it was never wet. The mountains, whiow 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 mass of mouldering stone shaped like gigantic beehives, but a little narrower. They looked very blad grim, for the sun was now tting right behind them.