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close, lest you lose the way,” called Fenodyree over his shoulder.
He set off at a jog-trot down the swift-sloping tunnel. Colin and Susan hurried after him, the rock and iron closed behind them, and they were again far from the world of men.
Down they went into the edge, and came at last, by many zigzag paths, to the cave where they had rested after their meeting with Cadellin. And there they found him; he had been reading at the table, but had risen at the sound of their approach.
“The day’s greeting to you, Cadellin Silverbrow,” said Fenodyree.
“And to you, Wineskin. Now what bad news do you bring me, children? I have been expecting it, though I know not what it may be.”
“Cadellin,” cried Susan, “my Tear must be Firefrost, and it’s just been stolen!”
“What – tear is this?”
“My Tear! The one my mother gave me. She had it from Bess Mossock.”
And out poured the whole story in a tumble of words.
The wizard grew older before their eyes. He sank down upon his chair, his face lined and grey.
“It is the stone. It is the stone. No other has that heart of fire. And it was by me, and I did not hear it call.”
He sat, his eyes clouded, a tired, world-weary, old man.
Then wrath kindled in him, and spread like flame. He sprang from his chair with all the vigour of youth, and he seemed to grow in stature, and his presence filled the cave.
“Grimnir!” he cried. “Are you to be my ruin at the end? Quick! We must take him in the open before he gains the lake! I shall slay him, if I must.”
“Nay, Cadellin,” said Fenodyree. “Hot blood has banished cool thought! It is near an hour since the hooded one strode swampwards; he will be far from the light by now, and even you dare not follow there. He would sit and mock you. Would you want that, old friend?”
“Mock me! Why did he leave these children unharmed, if not for that? It is not his way to show mercy for mercy’s sake! And how else could despair have been brought to me so quickly? I am savouring his triumph now, as he meant me to.
“But what you say is reason: for good or ill the stone is with him. All we can do is guard, and wait, though I fear it will be to no good purpose.”
He looked at the children, who were standing dejectedly in the middle of the cave.
“Colin, Susan; you have witnessed the writing of a dark chapter in the book of the world, and what deeds it will bring no man can tell; but you must in no way blame yourselves for what has happened. The elf-road would have been but short refuge from him who came against you this day – Grimnir the hooded one.”
“But what is he?” said Susan, pale with the memory of their meeting.
“He is, or was, a man. Once he studied under the wisest of the wise, and became a great lore-master; but in his lust for knowledge he practised the forbidden arts, and the black magic ravaged his heart, and made a monster of him. He left the paths of day, and went to live, like Grendel of old, beneath the waters of Llyn-dhu, the Black Lake, growing mighty in evil, second only to the ancient creatures of night that attend their lord in Ragnarok. And it is he, arch-enemy of mine, who came against you this day.”
“No one in memory has seen his face or heard his voice,” added Fenodyree. “Dwarf-legend speaks of a great shame that he bears therein: a gadfly of remorse, reminding him of what he is, and of what he might have been. But then that is only an old tale we learnt at our mother’s knee, and not one for this sad hour.”
“Nor have we time for folk-talk,” said Cadellin. “We must do what we can, and that quickly. Now tell me, who can have seen the stone and recognised it?”
“Well, nobody …” said Colin.
“Selina Place!” cried Susan. “Selina Place! My Tear went all misty! Don’t you remember, Colin? She must have seen my Tear and stopped to make certain.”
“Ha!” laughed Fenodyree bitterly. “Old Shape-shifter up to her tricks! We might have guessed the weight of the matter had we but known she was behind it!”
“Oh, why did you not tell us this when we first met?” the wizard shouted.
“I forgot all about it,” said Colin: “it didn’t seem important. I thought she was queer in the head.”
“Important? Queer? Hear him! Why, Selina Place, as she is known to you, is the chief witch of the morthbrood! Worse, she is the Morrigan, the Third Bane of Logris!”
For a moment it seemed as though he would erupt in anger, but instead, he sighed, and shook his head.
“No matter. It is done.”
Susan was almost in tears. She could not bear to see the old man so distraught, especially when she felt responsible for his plight.
“Is there nothing we can do?”
The wizard looked up at her, and a tired smile came to his lips.
“Do? My dear, I think there is little any of us can do now. Certainly, there will be no place for children in the struggle to come. It will be hard for you, I know, but you must go from here and forget all you have seen and done. Now that the stone is out of your care you will be safe.”
“But,” cried Colin, “but you can’t mean that! We want to help you!”
“I know you do. But you have no further part in this. High Magic and low cunning will be the weapons of the fray, and the valour of children would be lost in the struggle. You can help me best by freeing me from worry on your behalf.”
And, without giving the children further chance to argue, he took them by the hand, and out of the cave. They went in misery, and shortly stood above the swamp on the spot where they had first met the wizard, three nights ago.
“Must we really not see you again?” said Colin. He had never felt so wretched.
“Believe me, it must be so. It hurts me, too, to part from friends, and I can guess what it is to have the door of wonder and enchantment closed to you when you have glimpsed what lies beyond. But it is also a world of danger and shadows, as you have seen, and ere long I fear I must pass into these shadows. I will not take you with me.
“Go back to your own world: you will be safer there. If we should fail, you will suffer no harm, for not in your time will Nastrond come.
“Now go. Fenodyree will keep with you to the road.”
So saying, he entered the tunnel. The rock echoed: he was gone.
Colin and Susan stared at the wall. They were very near to tears, and Fenodyree, weighed down with his own troubles, felt pity for them in their despondency.
“Do not think him curt or cruel,” he said gently. “He has suffered a defeat that would have crushed a lesser man. He is going now to prepare himself to face death, and worse than death, for the stone’s sake; and I and others shall stand by him, though I think we are for the dark. He has said farewell because he knows there may be no more meetings for him this side of Ragnarok.”
“But it was all our fault!” said Colin desperately. “We must help him!”
“You will help him best by keeping out of danger, as he said; and that means staying well away from us and all we do.”
“Is that really the best way?” said Susan.
“It is.”
“Then I suppose we’ll have to do it. But it will be very hard.”
“Is his task easier?” said Fenodyree.
They walked along a path that curved round the hillside, gradually rising till it ran along the crest of