side and his arms flapping helplessly over the other.
With some difficulty Taran and Gurgi set about freeing the bard, who hardly left off stammering incoherently all the while. Fflewddur's face was ashen from fright; he blinked, shook his ragged yellow head, and heaved huge sighs of relief.
'What humiliation!' he burst out. 'A Fflam! Turned into a rabbit! I felt I'd been stuffed in a woolsack! Great Belin, my nose still twitches! Never again! I told you no good comes from meddling. Though in this case, Taran old friend, it's lucky you had that bone. Ah, ah! Easy there, that wicker's jabbing me. A rabbit, indeed! If I could only have got my paws? I mean hands? on that foul Morda!'
At last out of the basket Fflewddur threw his arms around Llyan's powerful neck. 'And you, old girl! If you hadn't come looking for us…' He shuddered and clapped hands to his ears. 'Yes, well, let's not think of that.'
In the doorway stood a short, stocky, stoutly booted figure dressed in russet leather; on his head a round, close-fitting leather cap. Thumbs hooked into his belt, he turned bright crimson eyes on each of the companions. Instead of his customary scowl, a grin stretched across his broad face.
'Doli!' Taran cried, first catching sight of the dwarf. 'It's you again!'
'Again?' snapped Doli, trying to make his voice as gruff as he could. 'It always was.' He strode into the chamber. For a moment he looked down at Morda and nodded curtly. 'So that's the way of it,' he said to Taran. 'I thought as much. One moment I was a frog wrapped in a sopping wet cloak, sure all of you had been slain, and the next? as you see me.
'That cat of yours grew restless after a time,' Doli went on, turning to Fflewddur. 'She picked me up, cloak and all, and went off on your trail.'
'She won't let me out of her sight,' replied Fflewddur. 'For which,' he added, fondly rubbing Llyan's ears, 'we've all to thank her.'
'But how did she get through the thorns?' Taran asked. 'Morda's traps…'
'Through?' answered Doli. 'She didn't go through, she went over!' He shook his head. 'In one bound! With me in her mouth! I've never seen a creature jump so high. On the other hand, I've never seen a creature like this. But what of the rest of you? What of Morda?'
'If you don't mind,' Fflewddur interrupted before Taran could finish telling the dwarf of their ordeal, 'I suggest leaving here immediately. A Fflam is steadfast, but there's something about enchantments, even broken ones, that tends to? ah? disturb me.'
'Wait,' cried Taran. 'The jewel! Where is it?'
As Doli watched, puzzled, the companions hastily set about searching every corner of the chamber to no avail. Taran's concern mounted, for he was reluctant to leave the gem unfound. However, when almost ready to admit the jewel was hopelessly lost, he heard a raucous laugh above his head.
Kaw, perched on an oaken rafter, rocked back and forth chuckling and squawking, delighted with himself. The jewel glittered in his beak.
'Hi, hi!' shouted Fflewddur, alarmed. 'Give it up! Great Belin, you'll have us all with paws and tails again!'
After much coaxing by Taran and indignant retorts by the bard, Kaw flapped to Taran's shoulder and dropped the gem in his hand.
'Now it belongs to wise and kindly master!' Gurgi exclaimed. 'Gurgi fears stone of winkings and blinkings, but not when kindly master holds it.'
Doli peered at the gem as Taran held it up. 'So that's how Morda meant to enslave us. I should have guessed. This comes from the Fair Folk realm,' he added. 'We always honored the House of Llyr and gave the stone to Princess Regat as our wedding gift. She must have handed it down to her daughter; and when Angharad vanished, the jewel vanished with her.'
'And now it comes to my hands,' Taran said. He cupped the gem in his palm watching the play of light in the depths of the crystal. 'Morda has turned a thing of usefulness and beauty to evil ends. Whether it may ever serve its true purpose again, I do not know. To speak truth, it draws me. And frightens me, too. Its power is vast? too vast, perhaps, for any man to hold. Even if I could learn its secrets, I would not choose to do so.' He smiled at Gurgi. 'Do you call me wise? At least I'm wise enough to know I'll never have wisdom enough to use it.
'Still, it may serve one purpose,' Taran went on. 'With this to bargain, Orddu will surely tell me who I am. Yes!' he cried. 'This is a treasure she won't refuse.' He stopped abruptly and paused a long moment. In his grasp lay means to gain the knowledge he craved. But his heart sank. Though he had won the gem fairly, never could he claim to be its rightful owner. It was his to bargain with no more than it had been Morda's. If Orddu accepted it, and if he should learn he was of noble birth? was a royal robe enough to hide a dishonorable deed?
He looked at Doli. 'The gem is mine,' Taran said. 'But only mine to give, not mine to keep.' Slowly he pressed the jewel into Doli's hand. 'Take this. It belonged once to the Fair Folk. It belongs to them once more.'
The dwarf's usual scowl softened. 'You've done us a service,' he answered. 'Very likely the greatest service any of you mortals have done for the Fair Folk. Without your help Morda could have destroyed us all. Yes, the gem must return to our realm; it's too dangerous in other hands. You chose well. King Eiddileg will ever remember you for this. You have his thanks? and mine.' Doli nodded with satisfaction and tucked the stone carefully into his jacket. 'It's made a long journey. At last it comes back to us.
'Yes, yes!' shouted Gurgi. 'Take it for keepings. If kindly master will not have it, then Gurgi wants to see no more of wicked stone. Away with it, away! Do not let it turn faithful Gurgi to a mouse again!'
Taran, with a fond laugh, put a hand on Gurgi's shoulder. 'Morda couldn't have changed what you truly are, any more than he could have changed Doli. Mouse though you might have seemed, you still had the heart of a lion. But what of me?' he murmured thoughtfully. 'As a caged eagle, as a blind worm? could I indeed have stayed myself? Would I still have been Taran, when I scarcely know who Taran is?'
The sun had begun to climb, promising a day blue and fresh, when the companions left the wizard's fastness. The wall of thorns had fallen, shattered like the evil power that raised it, and the companions breached it without difficulty. They untethered Melynlas and Gurgi's pony, but it was not until they had gone a considerable distance that Fflewddur agreed to halt and rest. Even then, the bard appeared uncomfortable and, while Gurgi opened the wallet of food, Fflewddur sat distractedly on a hummock, meditatively fingering his ears, as though to make certain they were indeed his own.
'Rabbits!' the bard murmured. 'I'll never chase another.'
Taran sat apart with Doli, for there was much he had to tell and much he wanted to ask. Though Doli had regained his long frown and short patience, the occasional flicker of a grin betrayed his delight at seeing the companions again. Yet, learning of Taran's quest, Doli scowled more deeply than usual.
'The Free Commots?' said the dwarf. 'We're on the best of terms with the Commot folk; they respect us and we respect them. You'll not find many in Prydain to match their stout hearts and good will, and no man lords it over his fellows because he had the luck to be born in a king's castle instead of a farmer's hut. What matters in the Free Commots is the skill in a man's hands, not the blood in his veins. But I can tell you no more than that, for we have few dealings with them. Oh, we keep a way post open here and there, just in case they might need our help. But it seldom happens. The Commot folk would rather count on themselves, and they do quite well at it. So we're more than pleased, for our own sake, as well as theirs, for we have burden enough keeping an eye on the rest of Prydain.
'As for the Mirror you speak of,' Doli continued, 'never heard of it. There's a Lake of Llunet in the Llawgadarn Mountains. More than that I can't tell you. But what have you there?' the dwarf suddenly asked, noticing Taran's battle horn for the first time. 'Where did you get that?'
'Eilonwy gave it to me when I left Mona,' Taran replied. 'It was her pledge that we…' He smiled sadly. 'How long ago it seems.' He unslung the horn from his shoulder and handed it to Doli.
'That's Fair Folk craftsmanship,' said the dwarf. 'Can't mistake it.' To Taran's surprise Doli squinted into one end, then the other, and raised the horn into the sunlight as though trying to peer through the mouthpiece. As Taran watched, puzzled, Doli rapped the horn sharply with his knuckles and thumped it against his knee.
'Empty!' the dwarf grumbled. 'All used up. No! Hold on a moment.' He pressed the bell of the horn against his ear and listened intently. 'There's one left, no more than that.'
'One what?' cried Taran, more than ever perplexed at Doli's words.
'One call, what did you think?' snapped Doli.
Fflewddur and Gurgi had come closer, drawn by Doli's odd behavior, and the dwarf turned to them. 'This was
