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rattle of stones behind him made Taran spin about and snatch his blade from the scabbard.
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"Hullo!" said Eilonwy. "We're back again!"
"YOU HAVE AN ODD WAYof welcoming people," Eilonwy went on, as Taran, his heart too full to
speak, stared speechless at her. "You might at least say some-thing."
While Gurgi, yelping joyfully, tried to greet everyone at once, Taran stepped quickly to Eilonwy's side,
put his arms about her and drew the Princess close to him. "I had given up hope..."
"A silly thing to do," Eilonwy answered."I never did. Though I admit having a few uneasy moments with
that ruffian Dorath, and I could tell you tales you wouldn't believe about wolves and bears. I'll save them
for later, when you can tell me all that's been happening to you. As for the Huntsmen," she continued, as
the reunited companions made their way to the tunnel, "I saw the whole thing. At first I hadn't any idea
what you were up to. Then I under-stood. It was wonderful. I should have known Doli had a hand in it.
Good old Doli! It looked like a river of burning ice..." The Princess stopped suddenly and her eyes
widened. "Do you realize what you've done?" she whispered. "Don't you see?"
"Know what we've done?" laughed Fflewddur. "Indeed we do! We've rid ourselves of the Hunts-men,
and a good job it was. A Fflam couldn't have done better. As for what I see, I'm more pleased with what
Ican't see, if you take my meaning, namely, not a sign of those villains."
"Hen Wen's prophery!" Eilonwy cried. "Part of it's come true! Have all of you forgotten?Night turn to
noon and rivers burn with frozen fire ere Dyrnwyn be regained.Well, you've burned a river, or so it seems
to me. Frozen fire could just as well mean all that ice and flaming branches, couldn't it?"
Taran looked closely at the Princess. His hands trembled as the words of the prophecy echoed in his
memory. "Have you seen what we ourselves did not see? But have you not done as much as we did?
Without realizing it yourself? Think!'Night turn to noon.'Your bauble made daylight of darkness!"
It was Eilonwy's turn to be surprised. "So it did!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, yes!" shouted Gurgi. "Wise piggy told the truth! Mighty blade will be found again!"
Fflewddur cleared his throat. "A Fflam is always encouraging," he said, "but in this case I should remind
you, the prophecy also said Dyrnwyn's flame would be quenched and its power would vanish, which
leaves us no better off than we were, even if we did manage to find it. And I also recall something about
asking mute stones to speak. So far I've heard not a word from any of the stones here, though in the
matter of boulders and rocks, there's hardly a short supply. The only message they've given me is that
they're hard to sleep on. Moreover, if you want my opinion, I'd say don't trust prophecies in the first
place. It's been my experience they're as bad as enchantments and lead only to one thing: trouble."
"I do not understand the meaning of the prophecy myself," Taran said. "Are these signs of hope, or do
we deceive ourselves by wishing them to be? Only Dallben or Gwydion has wisdom to inter-pret them.
And yet I can't help feeling there is some hope at last. But it is true. Our task is no easier than it was."
Doli grimaced. "No easier? It's impossible now. Do you still mean to gain the Red Fallows? I warn you
the Cauldron-Born are far out of reach." He snorted. "Don't talk to me about prophecies. Talk about
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time. We've lost too much of it."
"I have thought long about this, too," Taran answered. "It has been in my mind ever since the tunnel fell. I
believe our only chance is to go straight across the mountains and try to hold back the Cauldron-Born as
they turn northwest to Annuvin."
"Slim hope," Doli replied. "The Fair Folk can't venture that far. It's forbidden land. That close to Arawn's
realm, Fair Folk would die. Gwystyl's waypost was nearest to the Land of Death, and you've seen what
it did to his digestion and disposition. The best we could do is to put you well on your way. One of us
might go with you," he added. "You can imagine who that is. Good old Doli! I've spent so much time
above ground with you humans that being in Annuvin can't harm me.
"Yes, I'll go with you," Doli went on, scowling furiously. "I see nothing else for it. Good old Doli!
Sometimes I wish I didn't have such an agreeable temper. Humph!"
Chapter 16
The Enchanter
LIKE A WEARY CHILD, the old man hunched over the bookstrewn table, his head upon his arm.
Across his bony shoulders he had flung a cloak; the fire still flickered in the hearth, but the chill of this
winter sank into him more deeply than any other he could remember. At his feet, Hen Wen stirred
restlessly and whimpered in a high, plaintive voice. Dallben, who was neither altogether asleep nor
awake, reached down a frail hand and gently scratched her ear.
The pig would not be calmed. Her pink snout twitched, she snorted and muttered unhappily and tried to
hide her head in the folds of his robe. The enchanter at last roused himself.
"What is it, Hen? Is our time upon us?" He gave the pig a reassuring pat and rose stiffly from the wooden
stool. "Tut, it is a moment to pass, no more than that, whatever the outcome."
Without haste he took up a long ash-wood staff and, leaning on it, hobbled from the chamber. Hen Wen
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