"Cobweb?" Gwyn suggested.
"Phew!" Alun looked hard at Gwyn. "You know, don't you? It's funny though. All those things you said. They were true, weren't they?"
"Yes, they were true!"
"Well, I suppose you know about the man, then?"
"What man?" Gwyn stepped closer. "Was there a man in there with you?"
"A kind of man. He scared me. He had red hair and he was dressed all in kind of bright stuff, jewelry and that, with a cloak and a gold belt with a big sword in it. And he was beating at the bars with his fists, tearing at them, banging his head on them, yelling. I was scared, I can tell you. But he didn't see me. It sounds funny, but I felt very small and kind of. . like I had something round me, very warm and soft, like feathers. Anyway, he kept on and on at those bars for hours and hours. I fell asleep, and when I woke up he was still at it — moaning and crying. And then something awful happened!"
Gwyn waited. He could hardly bear the suspense, but he dared not ask a question.
"He began to disappear," Alun continued, "just shrank. Sort of faded away, and so did the bars of ice, until there was nothing left there, except. ."
"Except what?"
"That!" Alun pointed to the broken horse.
Gwyn looked at it, lying on its side, black and disfigured. Poor thing! he thought. You want so imicli to get out — but I can never, never let you. He took tin-horse and slipped it into his pocket. Later he would find a safe and secret place.
It was all over, and suddenly he felt very tired.
There were sounds from above, and Gwyn said, "They've been looking for you, your dad and mine."
"I bet!" said Alun.
"And Mr. Davis came, and Gary Pritchard's dad, and Mr. Ellis and Mr. Jones, Ty Gwyn, and people I can't remember. Even Mrs. Pritchard came, and she and my mam went out to look. And your mam was here with Iolo. I don't know why she brought him, he was making such a racket."
"He always does." Alun nodded sympathetically.
Mrs. Griffiths came into the kitchen and gasped at the sight of Alun sitting there so rosy and cheerful. Before she could utter a word the doorbell rang. The Lloyds had returned to resume their search.
Mrs. Griffiths ran to open the door. "He's back!" she cried. "He's safe, your Alun. Good as new and nothing wrong with him, as far as I can see."
"Where? Where?" Mrs. Lloyd tore into the kitchen and flung herself upon her son.
"Come on, Mam. I'm O.K.," came Alun's muffled Voice from beneath his mother.
"What happened? Where've you been? They went to search. We thought you'd freeze!"
"I stayed where I was," Alun said, wriggling. "I didn't want to get lost. I got behind some rocks… in a sort of cave. It was quite warm, really."
Mrs. Lloyd began to wrap up her boy like a baby, though the mist had gone and the sky was brightening. She bundled him out into the hallway, talking nonstop to her husband and Mrs. Griffiths. While she spoke, Alun looked back at Gwyn and said, "I found this out there, as well." He put something cool into Gwyn's hand — the snow spider.
Gwyn curled his fingers round the spider as Alun whispered hoarsely, "Don't tell about. . about what I said, will you?"
"I won't tell!" Gwyn grinned. "One loony's enough!"
Alun grinned back and gave the thumbs-up sign. And then his mother whisked him through the door.
Mr. Griffiths had his way, and Eirlys stayed for Christmas. It was the sort of Christmas one always remembers. The trees were iced with snow and the sun came out to make the mountain sparkle. The biggest Christmas tree they had ever seen at Ty Bryn was put up in the front room and decorated with lights like candles, silver stars, and homemade sweets wrapped in colored paper.
A log fire was lit, and they all played Monopoly and Scrabble, and even made up games so as to prolong the fun. Mrs. Griffiths played carols on the out-of -tune piano with damp hammers, and it did not matter that the soloists were sometimes out of tune, too. The children were allowed to drink punch, which made them giggle at Nain, who had drunk too much and looked like a Christmas tree herself, all bedecked in colored beads and bangles.
Just before they went to bed, Eirlys looked out of the window at the white, moonlit mountain and said, "It reminds me of home!" Only Gwyn heard her. He knew that she was not talking about Wales, and it occurred to him for the first time that she might not stay with them forever.
On New Year's Day, the children decided to walk in the fields. It was a cold day, and while the girl waited in the garden, Gwyn ran up to fetch the gloves his father had given him for Christmas. They were blue and silver, lined with fur, and Gwyn cherished them even more than the black watch his mother had given him for his birthday.
When he opened his drawer he saw Arianwen and the silver pipe. They looked so innocent, who would guess what they could do? One that had travelled a million miles or more, the other from somewhere in the distant past. They would always be with him now, he knew that. As he turned away, the pipe whispered something. It sounded like, "Don't go!" Gwyn smiled and drew on his gloves. "I'm not going anywhere!" he said.
His parents were outside in the garden with Eirlys. They were standing by the gate, talking quietly while they stared up at the mountain. They did not see Gwyn when he came out, nor hear him close the front door.
"I have to go soon," Eirlys was saying. "I have to go back to where I came from."
His parents did not speak immediately. They seemed frozen by her remark. Then Mrs. Griffiths put her hand out and gently tucked the girl's hair into her hood. "Do you have to go, Eirlys? Can't you stay?"
Eirlys shook her head.
"Were you happy there, where you came from?" Mr. Griffiths asked.
"Oh, yes! Very happy!"
They did not ask where she lived. They did not seem to want to know. And then Gwyn broke into their thoughts. "Come on," he cried, "I'll race you to the trees!" He ran past them through the open gate.
Eirlys followed, and they ran to the circle of hawthorn trees where Gwyn had released Arianwen. The snow had melted and the grass was smooth and green. There was nothing to show that the earth had shaken or that icicles had flown from it like stars.
"Why couldn't she escape without my help?" Gwyn thought aloud. "She has her own power."
"She has nothing without you," said Eirlys. "She needs your thoughts to help her."
"She's just an ordinary spider, then?"
"Oh, no! No creature from my place is a common garden thing!"
My place! There it was again. "Are you leaving here?" He put the question cautiously.
"Today!" she answered.
"What? So soon? You can't!"
"They are coming for me!" she looked up at the sky. "Even with your magic I only had until today."
"Do you want to go?"
"Oooooh, yes!" Her reply came like a deep contented sigh.
"But Mam and Dad?"
"They understand. I said I had to go back to where I came from."
Gwyn nodded. "They wouldn't want to know the truth," he said.
"I think they do know. But they're too old now to be able to talk about it."
"And they don't mind you going?"
She shook her head and smiled at him. "It'll be all right now between you and Dad. He knows I'm safe. That's all he wanted."
"And the Herberts?"
"I'm just a number that got muddled up. They think I've gone already."
They had begun to walk up the path without his really being aware of it. When they had passed the first bend and the farm had disappeared from sight, Gwyn suddenly stopped to look at a kestrel hanging motionless in the air. Cloud shadows raced across the snowcapped mountains beyond the bird, and a truck piled with golden hay made its way slowly across the green fields below.