When they reached the top and could look down the urther slope of the bridge， they saw what looked like the emains of an ancient giant road stretching away before hem into the heart of the mountains. Many stones of its avement were missing and there were wide patches of rass between those that remained. And riding towards hem on that ancient road were two people of normal rown.up human size.
“Keep on. Move towards them，” said Puddleglum. “Anyone you meet in a place like this is as likely as not to be an enemy， but we mustn‘t let them think we’re afraid.”
By the time they had stepped off the end of the bridge on to the grass， the two strangers were quite close. One was a knight in complete armour with his visor down. His armour and his horse were black； there was no device on his shield and no banneret on his spear. The other was a lady on a white horse， a horse so lovely that you wanted to kiss its nose and give it a lump of sugar at once. But the lady， who rode side.saddle and wore a long， fluttering dress of dazzling green， was lovelier still.
