“But you do not know for sure?”
“I do not know for sure. No one has ever been fool enough to try. No one ever puts a boat upon its waters, for there are lurking dangers there that rise up to seize one.”
“Then,” said Duncan, “look upon a fool. I am about to try.”
“You’ll be swallowed up,” said Snoopy.
“We’ll be swallowed up in any case. You say the Horde pens us in. That leaves the fen the only way to go.”
“With the main body of the Horde on the western shore?”
“You told me Ghost had reported they were moving north. If they continue to move north, if they move far enough to the north, the way will be clear.”
“The ones surrounding us are beginning to move in,” said Snoopy. “A closing of the net. There is some movement from the east. They’ve tripped some of our magic traps.”
“Then all the more reason,” said Duncan, “for trying the fen. And as quickly as we can.”
“If the forces surrounding us know that you are here, and most certainly they must for otherwise there would be no movement, then surely the main body on the fen’s western bank also must know.”
“But the Horde on the western bank can have no idea we will try to cross the fen.”
Snoopy threw up his hands in disgust. “Go on,” he growled. “Do what you wish. You will in any case. You do not listen to me. You have never listened to me.”
“I’m sorry,” Duncan said. “You offer no alternatives. The fen does offer an alternative. I have decided I will go. The demon will go with me to point the way. Conrad, I am sure, will come along.”
“And so will I,” Diane said softly. She said to Snoopy, “You spoke of buckskins for me. When will they be ready? I cannot essay the fen in such dress as this.”
“By first morning light,” said Snoopy. “Our people have been working all the night.”
“We can’t leave by morning light,” said Duncan, “although I would like to. Before we leave a search for the griffin must be made.”
“There has been searching in the night,” said Snoopy. “He has not been found. At the first hint of dawn the area will be swept again. We have slight hope of finding him. He was tied too closely for too long to the wizards and the castle. He was old and worn out with long service and may not have wished to survive the castle. It is unlikely he would have survived with the final wizard gone. Milady, I think, shares our beliefs.”
“Yes, I do,” said Diane. “But without Hubert I still will go.”
“You could ride Daniel,” Duncan said.
“No. Daniel is your horse. He’s too accomplished a war-horse to be hindered by a rider save that he and the rider fight as one. In all the encounters on this journey you have never ridden him. The two of you have fought side by side. That is as it should be.”
“I will go with you,” said Nan. “The fen holds no terrors for me, since I can fly above it, although haltingly and with no grace at all, flapping like a crow. Perhaps I can be of some help in spying out the land.”
“And since I started this adventure with you,” Snoopy said, “you cannot leave me out.”
“There is no need,” said Duncan. “You have little faith in what is proposed and certainly you should stay here to direct your people.”
“There is no need of my direction,” Snoopy told him. “In truth, I never have directed them. I simply sent out a call for their gathering. And they came, as if to a picnic, for the adventure they might find. But they are not ones who will face up to great danger. Rather, being wise people, all of them, they run from danger. To tell the honest truth, they’re beginning to scatter now. By the time you are gone, they will be as well.”
“Then, in good common sense, why don’t you scatter with them? We thank you for the thought of going with us, but it is beyond…”
Snoopy broke in with a fine display of rage. “You would deprive me of a feat of which I can talk for years, with all the others of them sitting about to listen, intent on every word as it drops from off my lips? The life of the Little Folk, as you are wont to call us in your patronizing manner, is a boring life. We have but few occasions to perform feats of derring-do. Few of us ever have the chance of becoming even minor heroes. It was different in those days before you humans came and pushed us off our land. The land was then our own and we played out upon it our little dramas and our silly comedies, but now we can do none of this, for we have not the room, and halfway through are certain to run into some stupid, loutish human who reminds us of our present poor estate and thereby robs us of what little fun we’re having.”
“Well, all right, then,” said Duncan, “if that’s the way it is. We’ll value your company. Although I must warn you that somewhere along the way we may meet with dragons.”
“I give that for dragons,” said Snoopy, snapping his fingers.
Twigs snapped in the darkness and Conrad came blundering into the firelit circle. He made a thumb, pointing into the air above him.
“See who I’ve found,” he said.
They all looked up and saw that it was Ghost, who floated down to mingle with them.
“I had given you up, my lord,” he said to Duncan. “I searched and searched for you, but there wasn’t any trace.
But even as I searched I held true to the task I had been assigned. I watched the Horde, in its many various parts, and lacking anyone to whom I could report, since you were gone, I passed my knowledge on to Snoopy. He was as puzzled as I was as to what could have happened to you, but he had suspicions that your disappearance had something to do with the castle mound and this has now been confirmed by Conrad, whom I was delighted to stumble on just a while ago and…”
“Hold up,” said Duncan, “hold up. There’s word I want from you.”
“And I, my lord, have word to give you. But first I must ask, for mine own peace of mind, if you still intend, despite the many interruptions, to continue on to Oxenford. I still retain the hope of getting there for, as you know, I have many troublesome questions to ask the wise ones there. Troublesome questions for me, perhaps, but I hope not for them. It is my most earnest dream they can give me answers that will set me more at ease.”
“Yes,” said Duncan, “we do intend to continue on to Oxenford. But now my question. What about that part of the Horde traveling up the west bank of the fen?”
“They continue north,” said Ghost. “They’ve picked up speed. They are traveling faster now.”
“And show no sign of stopping?”
“There is no sign of their slackening their pace. They continue lunging onward.”
“That settles it,” said Duncan, with some satisfaction. “We start tomorrow, as soon as we are able.”
27
At the first paling of the eastern sky, they searched for Hubert. They swept the grounds surrounding the castle mound and the stretch of river meadows below and to every side of the castle without finding a trace of the griffin.
There were, now, fewer of the Little People than there had been the night before, but those who were left aided in the search with a will. Once the search was done, they disappeared, drifting off with no one able to mark their going. All that remained to show they had ever been there were a dozen smoldering, dying campfires spread out on the slope above the castle mound.
Duncan and Conrad pulled their small force together and started out, heading for the fen. To the north loomed the great mass of the hill through which Duncan and his band had passed, its western end cut off sharply where it met the fen. To the south the river wound lazily through the marshy meadows.
The band traveled spread out now rather than in a column, through open land broken here and there by small groves of trees and sparse woodland, the space between covered by low ground cover and patches of hazel. The morning, which had dawned clear and bright, became dismal as heavy clouds moved in from the west, not covering the sun, but dimming it so that it became little more than a pale circle of light.