“No， I drank it，” said Shasta. “And now， show me how you got in. There’s not a minute to lose. You‘d better lie down on the sofa and pretend.but I forgot. It’ll be no good with all those bruises and black eye. You‘ll just have to tell them the truth， once I’m safely away.”
“What else did you think I‘d be telling them？” asked the Prince with a rather angry look. “And who are you？”
“There’s no time，” said Shasta in a frantic whisper. “I‘m a Narnian， I believe； something Northern anyway. But I’ve been brought up all my life in Calormen. And I‘m escaping： across the desert； with a talking Horse called Bree. And now， quick！ How do I get away？”
“Look，” said Corin. “Drop from this window onto the roof of the verandah. But you must do it lightly， on yourtoes， or someone will hear you. Then along to your left and you can get up to the top of that wall if you’re any good at all as a climber. Then along the wall to the corner. Drop onto the rubbish heap you will find outside， and there you are.”
“Thanks，” said Shasta， who was already sitting on the sill. The two boys were looking into each other‘s faces and suddenly found that they were friends.
“Good.bye，” said Corin. “And good luck. I do hope you get safe away.”
