King Deuel became silent and for the rest of the day made only fretful clucking sounds.
The day drew toward a close. In the south appeared a line of low gray hills; an outlying arm of Forest Tantrevalles lay dark across the north. Peasant huts became rare and the land tended toward the wild and melancholy.
At sunset Carfilhiot drove the wagon across a meadow to a copse of elms and beeches.
As before Carfilhiot unharnessed the horses and put them to graze on a long tether, while Glyneth cooked the supper. King Deuel refused to leave the wagon, and Dhrun, still feigning blindness, sat on a fallen log.
Glyneth brought soup to King Deuel and served him bread and cheese as well; then she went to sit by Dhrun. They spoke in low voices.
Dhrun said: "He pretends not to watch you, but everywhere you go his eyes follow."
"Dhrun, don't become reckless. He can kill us, but that is the worst he can do."
Dhrun said through clenched teeth: "I won't allow him to touch you. I will die first."
Glyneth whispered: "I've thought of something, so don't worry. Remember, you are still blind!"
Carfilhiot rose to his feet. "Dhrun, into the wagon with you."
Dhrun said sullenly: "I intend to stay with Glyneth."
Carfilhiot seized him, carried him kicking and fighting to the wagon and thrust him inside and barred the door. He turned toward Glyneth. "Tonight there are no trees to climb."
Glyneth backed away. Carfilhiot came after her. Glyneth sauntered to the horses. "Friends," she said, "here is the creature who drives you so hard, and whips your naked backsides."
"Yes, so I see."
"I see with both heads at once."
Carfilhiot cocked his head to the side, and approached slowly. "Glyneth! Look at me!"
"I see you well enough," said Glyneth. "Go away, or the horses will trample you."
Carfilhiot halted and looked at the horses, their white eyes and stiff manes. Opening their mouths they showed long forked fangs. One of them suddenly rose on his hind legs and struck down at Carfilhiot with the talons of its front feet.
Carfilhiot retreated to where he could climb upon the wagon if necessary, and stood glowering. The horses lowered their manes, sheathed their talons, and once more began to graze.
Glyneth strolled back to the wagon. Carfilhiot jerked forward. Glyneth stopped still. The horses raised their heads and looked toward Carfilhiot. Their manes began to rise. Carfilhiot made an angry gesture and climbed to the seat of the wagon.
Glyneth opened the back door. She and Dhrun made a bed under the wagon and rested undisturbed.
On a morning dreary with spatters of rain, the wagon passed from Pomperol into west Dahaut and entered the Forest of Tantrevalles. Carfilhiot, hunched on the front seat, drove at reckless speed, wielding his whip with abandon, and the black horses ran foaming through the forest. At noon Carfilhiot turned off the road to follow a dim lane which climbed the slopes of a rocky hill, to arrive at Faroli, the octagonal multi-leveled manse of Tamurello the Sorcerer.
By three sets of invisible hands Carfilhiot had been bathed and groomed, lathered head to toe with sweet sap of dimity. He had been scraped with a white boxwood paddle and rinsed in warm water scented with lavender, so that his fatigue had become no more than a delightful languor. He dressed in a shirt of black and crimson and a robe of dark gold. An invisible hand tendered him a goblet of pomegranate wine, which he drank, then stretched his beautiful easy limbs like a lazy animal. For a few moments he stood in reflection, wondering how best to have his way with Tamurello. Much depended upon Tamurello's mood, whether it were active or passive. Carfilhiot must control these moods as a musician controls his music. Finally he left the chamber and joined Tamurello in the center saloon, where on all sides tall panes of glass overlooked the forest.
Tamurello seldom showed himself in his natural similitude, preferring always a guise from among the dozens at his command. Carfilhiot had seen him in a variety of phases, more or less beguiling, but all memorable. Tonight he was an elderkin of the falloys, in a sea-green robe and a crown of silver cusps. He used white hair and silver-pale skin, with green eyes. Carfilhiot had seen this semblance before and had no great love for its extremely subtle perceptions and the delicate precision of its demands. As always, when confronted with the falloy elderkin, Carfilhiot adopted a manner of taciturn strength.
The elderkin inquired as to his comfort. "You are refreshed, I hope?"
"I have known several days of hardship, but I am once more comfortable."
The elderkin turned a smiling glance out the window. "This misfortune of yours—how curious and unexpected!"
Carfilhiot replied in a neutral voice: "For the whole of my inconvenience I blame Melancthe."
The elderkin smiled once more. "And all without provocation?"
"Naturally not! When have I, or you, concerned ourselves with provocation?"
"Seldom. But what will be the consequences?"
"None, or so I hope."
"You are not definite in your own mind?"
"I must give the matter thought."
"True. In such cases one must be judicious."
"There are other considerations to be weighed. I have had shocks and rude surprises. You will recall the affair at Trilda?"
"Well enough."
"Shimrod traced Rughalt through his disgusting knees. Rughalt instantly disclosed my name. Shimrod now thinks to avenge himself upon me. But I hold hostages against him."
The elderkin sighed and made a fluttering gesture. "Hostages are of limited utility. If they die they are a nuisance. Who are these hostages?"
"A boy and a girl who traveled in Shimrod's company. The boy plays remarkable music on the pipes and the girl talks to animals."
Tamurello rose to his feet. "Come."
The two went to Tamurello's workshop. Tamurello took a black box from the shelf, poured inside a gill of water, added drops of a glowing yellow liquid which caused the water to show films of light at various levels. In a leather-bound libram Tamurello located the name "Shimrod." Using the appended formula he prepared a dark liquid which he added to the contents of the box, then poured the mixture into an iron cylinder six inches tall and two inches in diameter. He sealed the top with a glass cap, then held the cylinder to his eye. After a moment he gave the cylinder to Carfilhiot. "What do you see?"
Looking through the glass, Carfilhiot observed four men riding at a gallop through the forest. One of the men was Shimrod. He recognized none of the others: warriors, or knights, so he judged.
He returned the cylinder to Tamurello. "Shimrod rides pellmell through the forest with three companions."
Tamurello concurred. "They will arrive within the hour."
"And then?"
"Shimrod hopes to find you here in my company, which will afford him cause to call on Murgen. I am not yet ready for a confrontation with Murgen; hence you must inevitably be judged and suffer the adjudication."
"So I must go."
"And quickly."
Carfilhiot strode back and forth across the chamber. "Very well, if that is the way of it. I hope that you will give us transport."
Tamurello raised his eyebrows. "You intend to retain these persons to whom Shimrod is attached?"
"What reason is there to do otherwise? They are valuable hostages. I will trade them for the locks on Shimrod's magic, and his retirement from the case. You may cite these terms to him, if you will."
Tamurello grudgingly agreed. "What I must do, I will do.
Come!"
The two went out to the wagon. "There is another matter," said Tamurello. "One which Shimrod pressed upon me before your arrival, and which I cannot deny him. In the strongest terms I advise and in fact make demands upon you: do not injure, abase, abuse, torment, mistreat, harass, or make physical contact with your hostages. Cause them no travail, mental or physical. Do not allow them to be mistreated by others. Do not neglect them to their detriment or discomfort. Do not facilitate nor suggest, nor by any act of omission, allow them to suffer misfortune or hurt or molestation, accidental or otherwise. Ensure their comfort and health. Provide—"