I'm not entirely pleased with this, but it's the best it can get for now. Please tell me what you think!
Prompt: At some point in the journey in Horse and His Boy, and outsider (of any station) sees at least one of the four travelers. What are their thoughts or reactions?
Inmod clenched his jaw and forced himself to take one more step forward, trying to not look at the tombs. The ghouls obviously weren't out yet, else why would his mistress send him here? They couldn't be out, right? A footstep ahead startled him and he bit his lip to keep from letting out a scream. It was the Tarkheena, the owner of the two horses he was leading. She was standing much to close to the tombs. Far too close, but, may Tash protect him, he had to go up to her. Just don't think about the ghouls. They aren't out yet. Think about something else.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the mare shake her mane. Horses, yes, he would think about the horses. Such beautiful creatures, he thought, focusing intently on not thinking about where he was going. Yet what an odd pair, he added to himself. A highstrung mare and a courageous war horse. Why would a Tarkheena need a war horse? These were strange times in Calormene.
"Thank you." The voice of the Tarkheena startled him, making him jolt. He hoped it wasn't too visible. He had lost track of how close he was to her. A bit shakily, he handed the reins over to the Tarkheena.
A howl came from the hills. A tremor went all down Inmod's spine and legs. He wanted to run, run, run! Away from the cursed tombs, away from the ghouls, back into safe Tashbaan.
"Here is money for your pains." He hardly knew when the Tarkheena handed him the coins. "You can go back to your mistress now."
"To hear is to obey," Inmod gasped, turning to run as fast as he could, slipping and sliding across the sand. As he neared the city, however, he turned and looked back at the horses and their queer mistress.
A strangled scream escaped his throat as he whirled and scrambled to the city gates, even faster than he had run from the Tarkheena. He leaned against the gates, eyes wide and breathing hard. Two. There were two forms there. Together. Talking.
One of them must have been a ghoul. A ghost.
Another howl rang from the desert, though farther away this time and Inmod edged himself as close to the gate as he could to wait for morning. It could not come soon enough.