sister.
The girl was carrying three pairs of shoes tied at her belt. All three of the children were plainly dressed in rough shirts and trousers. Here and there, at throat or wrist, an ornament of gold or amber indicated that the choice of plain clothing had not been dictated by poverty.
The explorers had all waded out of the ankle-deep stream now and were standing on the flat sandy floor of the cave. The girl halted after a couple of steps on dry sand, studying the surprisingly large room around her. She frowned into the dark shadows ahead, from whence the sounds of running water had their deepest origin.
She asked: 'Zoltan, is this place safe?'
Her brother frowned into the deeper shadows too. Self-consciously he felt for the dagger sheathed at his belt. Then he dropped into a crouch, the better to scan the cave floor in the half light.
'No droppings,' he muttered. 'No gnawed bones. I don't even see any tracks.' He brushed his strong, square fingers at sand and rock. 'Ought to be safe. I don't think that anything large can be living in here. Besides, the wizards checked out this whole area this morning.'
'Then we can hide in here.' The girl's voice returned to the conspiratorial tones of gaming, and she stroked the small child's hair protectively, encouragingly. 'We'll hide in here, Adrian; and Stephen and Beth will never find us.'
Adrian displayed no interest in the question of whether they would ever be found or not. 'Elinor,' he said, in a high, clear voice. The name sounded as if he were pronouncing it very thoughtfully and carefully. At the same time he reached his groping hand toward the girl and touched her clothing.
'Yes, it's me. I've been with you all the morning, remember? So has Zoltan.' She spoke patiently and encouragingly, as if to a child much younger than seven.
Now Adrian seemed to be giving her last statement his deepest thought. He had turned his head a little on one side. His round mouth worked, his blind eyes flickered.
Zoltan, standing by with folded arms and watching, shook his head. 'I don't think he even understands we're playing hide-and-seek,' he remarked sadly. In relation to his young cousin, the Prince Zoltan stood more in the role of companion and bodyguard than that of playmate, though at fifteen he was not too old to slide from one character to the other as conditions seemed to require.
'I think he does,' Elinor said reproachfully. 'Something's bothering him, though.'
'Something's always bothering him-poor little bugger.'
'Hush. He can understand what you're saying.' Kneeling in dry sand, she patted the cheek of their young charge soothingly. The Princeling slowly patted her hand in return.
Elinor persisted with her cheerful encouragement. 'Beth and Stephen are 'it' this turn, Adrian, remember? But we've got a great place to hide now. They're never going to be able to find us, here in a cave. Can you tell we're in a cave, by the way things sound? I bet there are a lot of blind people who could do that. Isn't it fun, playing hide- and-seek?'
The small boy turned his head this way and that. Now it was as if he were tired of listening to Elinor, thought her brother, who couldn't blame him if he were.
'Water,' Adrian whispered thoughtfully. It did not sound like a request, but a musing comment.
The girl was pleased. 'That's right, we had to wade through the water to get in here. I was afraid the rocks would bother your feet, but I guess they didn't. Now you're out of the water, you're sitting on a dry rock.' She raised her head. 'Zolty, will we be able to hear Beth calling if they decide they want to give up?'
'Dunno,' her brother answered abstractedly. He had turned his back on the others and was facing the cave's single entrance, his eyes and ears intently focused in that direction. 'I thought I heard something,' he added.
'Beth and Stephen?'
'No. Not a voice. More like a riding-beast. Something with hooves, anyway, clopping around out there in the stream.'
'Probably some of the soldiers,' Elinor offered. There had been a small patrol sent out from High Manor, in advance of the children's outing. Not that the adults of the royal family, as far as she knew, were particularly worried about anything. It had been purely a routine precaution.
'No.' Her brother shook his head. 'They're supposed to be patrolling a kind of perimeter. They wouldn't be riding through here now. Unless ...'
'What?'
Zoltan, without taking his eyes off the entrance, made an abrupt silencing motion with his hand.
His sister was not going to let him get away with becoming dramatic. She began to speak, then broke the words off with a hushed cry: 'Adrian!'
The child's eyes were only half open, and only the whites of them were showing. A faint gasping noise came from his throat. He had been sitting bolt upright where Elinor had placed him, but now his thin body was starting to topple slowly from the rock.
Zoltan turned to see his sister catch the child and lower him into the soft sand. But then just as quickly he turned back the other way. Something was now outside the cave that could shadow the whole entrance. The darkness within had deepened suddenly and evenly.
Elinor was curled on the sand, lying there beside the child, and when Zoltan took another quick glance at her he could see that she was frightened. Adrian was starting to have a real seizure, what looked to Zoltan like a bad one. The Princeling's little body was stiffening, then bending, then straightening out again. Elinor had stuffed a handkerchief into his mouth to keep him from biting his tongue-her eyes looking back at her brother were full of fear. Not of the fit; she had seen and dealt with those before. The nameless presence outside the cave was something else again.
Then suddenly the shadow outside was gone.
Only a cloud shadow? As far as Zoltan's eyes alone could tell, it might have been nothing more than that. But he didn't think so. He waited. Something ...
And now, from out there in the renewed sunlight, in anticlimax, came childish voices calling; shouting imperiously, and not in fear. Calling the names, one after another, of the three who waited in the cave.
Then silence, stretching on, one heartbeat after another.
Zoltan had a strong impulse to return the call. But somehow his throat was misbehaving, clogged with relief and lingering fear, and at first no sound would come out.
But no answer was necessary. Their trail must have been plainer than he had thought. Again the entrance of the cave dimmed slightly, with small, wavering shadows. Two more children entered, splashing.
'We found you!' It was a cry of triumph. Beth, as usual, had no trouble finding her voice or using it, and there was no indication that she had encountered anything in the least unusual on her way to the finding. She was a stout ten-year-old, inclined to try to be the boss of everyone in sight, whether or not they might be older than she, or related by blood to the rulers of the land while she was not.
Clamped firmly in the grip of one of her stout fists was the small arm of Stephen, Adrian's younger brother.
Adrian and Stephen shared a certain similarity in face and coloring. But with that, even the physical resemblance ended. Already Stephen, no more than five, was pulling his arm fiercely out of Beth's grip and beginning to complain that their three rivals in the game had cheated by coming into the cave to hide.
Zoltan grabbed small Stephen suddenly and clamped a hand across his chattering little mouth, enforcing silence.
Whatever had shaded the cave mouth before was coming back, just as silently as before, and more intensely. The shadow that now lay across the sunlight seemed deeper and darker than any natural shadow had the right to be.
Now even Zoltan's eyesight assured him that this must be more than just a cloud.
Stephen, awed by the strange darkness and by the seriousness of the grip that held him, fell silent and stood still.
Presently Zoltan let him go, and drew his dagger from its sheath.
Now Adrian, with a grunt and a spasmodic movement, reared himself almost to his feet, then fell back on the sand. Elinor lunged after him, but one loud shrill cry had escaped the boy before she could cover his mouth with her hand.
An echo of that cry, in a different voice, deep and alien and perhaps inhuman, hideously frightening, came
