″‘Why do you keep talking to my horse instead of to me?’ said the girl.
‘Excuse me, Tarkheena,’ said Bree (with just the slightest backward tilt of his ears), ‘but that’s Calormene talk. We’re free Narnians, Hwin and I, and I suppose, if you’re running away to Narnia, you want to be one too. In that case Hwin isn’t your horse any longer. One might just as well say you’re her human.’
The girl opened her mouth to speak and then stopped. Obviously she had not quite seen it in that light before.”