*Spoiler alert: If you haven’t read A Horse and His Boy, this post will give away quite a bit.*
While Shasta dreams of Northern lands, a Tarkahn rides up from the South on a Narnian stallion.
While Bree (the horse) talks of being a free horse among his own people, a roar out of the darkness leads him to cross paths with one of his own people–another captive horse dreaming of freedom.
When Shasta’s only wish is to avoid notice, he is taken to be the missing Prince of Archenland–and overhears the Narnian nobles’ plans to sail out of Calormen unnoticed.
When Aravis is only trying to sneak quietly out of a planned marriage to an obsequious toad, she finds herself sandwiched behind a couch, hearing the councils of the Tisroc, the Prince, and said Toad.
Time and time again, the characters of The Horse and His Boy find themselves in just the right place at just the right time.
Not that they always thought the times and places were right.
Shasta didn’t think so when he served practically as a slave in the fisherman’s hut.
Bree didn’t think so when terror of a lion caused Hwin and him to travel the same path.
Aravis didn’t think so when she came within an inch of discovery.
These were frightening experiences, exhausting experiencing–things they wish they’d never have had to go through.
But an unseen breath propelled Shasta’s boat across the sea to Arsheesh’s hut. An unseen hand guided the meetings of Shasta and the Narnian nobles, of Aravis and the Tarkheenah. An unseen hand hid them behind the couch as they overheard the Tisroc’s council.
All throughout their groping journey, it seemed as though Someone had gone on before, marking out their appointed times and the boundaries of their lands.
Someone was giving life to their bodies, purpose to their movements, reason for their being.
“From one man he made all the nations, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he marked out their appointed times in history and the boundaries of their lands. God did this so that they would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from any one of us; for in Him we live and move and have our being, as also some of your own poets have said, ‘For we are also His offspring.'”
This post is yet another collection of notes from my reading of The Horse and His Boy for Carrie’s Chronicles of Narnia Reading Challenge.