The High King

Chapter 6

A Clutch of Eggs

'AMAZING!' CRIED KING RHUN. 'Smoke made of egg! Or is it egg made of smoke?'

'The smoke is inside,' Gwystyl muttered, drawing his shabby cloak about him. 'Good-bye. Crack the shell and the smoke comes out? in considerable quantity. Keep them. A gift. If you should ever see Lord Gwydion, warn him to shun Annuvin at all cost. For myself, I'm glad to leave the place behind me and hope never to return. Good- bye.'

'Gwystyl,' Eilonwy said sharply, gripping the melancholy creature's arm, 'something tells me there's more to that cloak of yours than meets the eye. What else have you hidden away? The truth, now. Or I promise you such squeezing…'

'Nothing!' Gwystyl choked. Despite the chill wind, he had begun perspiring heavily. His cobwebby hair hung limp and his brow dripped as if he had been caught in a downpour. 'Nothing, that is, but a few little personal things of my own. Odds and ends. If they interest you, by all means…'

Gwystyl raised his arms and spread his cloak on either side, a gesture which made him resemble a long-nosed and dismal bat. He sighed and groaned miserably while the companions stared in surprise.

'Odd indeed!' said Fflewddur. 'And, Great Belin, there's no end of them!'

Neatly attached within the folds of the cloak hung a dozen cloth sacks, mesh bags, and carefully wrapped packets. Most of them seemed to contain clutches of eggs of the sort Fflewddur had narrowly avoided eating. Gwystyl pulled off one of the mesh bags and handed it to Eilonwy.

'I say,' exclaimed Rhun. 'First eggs, now mushrooms!'

As far as the Princess could see, the mesh bag held nothing more than a few large, brown-speckled toadstools; but Gwystyl waved his arms desperately, and moaned.

'Beware, beware! Break them and they'll singe your hair off! They make a handsome puff of flame, if you should ever need such a thing. Take them all. I'm well pleased to be rid of them.'

'It is what we need!' Eilonwy cried. 'Gwystyl, forgive me for threatening to squeeze you.' She turned to the bard who was examining the sacks with an air of uneasiness. 'Yes! These will help us. Now, if we can find a way into the castle…'

'My dear Princess,' replied Fflewddur, 'a Fflam is dauntless, but I hardly think it practical, overcoming a stronghold with little more than eggs and mushrooms in our hands, even eggs and mushrooms of this particular sort. And yet…' He hesitated, then snapped his fingers. 'Great Belin, we might pull it off at that! Wait! I'm beginning to see the possibilities.'

Gwystyl, meantime, had unfastened the remaining packets from his voluminous, cloak. 'Here,' he sighed, 'since you have most of them, you might as well have the rest. All of it. Go on, it makes no differ­ence to me now.'

The packets which Gwystyl held out in a trembling hand were filled with a quantity of what appeared to be dark, powdery earth. 'Put this on your feet, and no one can see your tracks? that is, if someone's looking for your tracks. That's really what it's for. But if you throw it into someone's eyes, the can't see anything at all? for a short while at least.''

'Better and better!' cried Fflewddur. 'We'll have our friends out of the spider's clutches in no time. A daring deed! Clouds of smoke! Billows of fire! Blinding powder! And a Fflam to the rescue! That will give the bards something to sing about. Ah? tell me, old fellow,' he added uneasily to Gwystyl, 'you're quite sure those mushrooms work?'

THE COMPANIONS HURRIEDLY returned to the cover of the thicket to set their plans. Gwystyl, after much coaxing and cajoling, as well as hints of further squeezing and suggestions of King Eiddileg's displeasure, at last agreed? with many a racking sigh and moan? to help in the rescue. The bard was eager to begin immediately.

'In my long experience,' Fflewddur said, 'I've found it best to go at this kind of business head on. First, I shall return to the castle. Since the warriors know me, they'll open the gates without a second thought. Under my cloak I'll have Gwystyl's eggs and mushrooms. Directly the gates are open? clouds of smoke, a blast of fire! The rest of you will be lurking behind me in the shadows. At my signal, we all rush in, swords drawn, shouting at the top of our voices!'

'Amazing!' put in Rhun. 'It can't fail.' The King of Mona frowned. 'On the other hand, it would almost seem? not that I know anything about these matters? we'd be rushing into our own smoke and fire. I mean to say, the warriors couldn't see us; but neither could we see them.'

Fflewddur shook his head in disagreement. 'Believe me, my friend, this is the best and quickest way. I've rescued more captives than I have fingers on my hands.' The harp tensed and shuddered, and a number of strings would have given way had not Fflewddur added in the same breath: 'Planned to rescue, that is. I've never, in strict point of fact, actually done so.'

'Rhun is right,' Eilonwy declared. 'It would be worse than stumbling over your own feet. Besides, we'd be risking everything at one go. No, we must have a better plan than that.'

King Rhun beamed, surprised and delighted that his words had found agreement. He blinked his pale blue eyes, grinned shyly, and ventured to raise his voice once more. 'I suddenly think of the seawall I've been rebuilding,' he began, in some hesitation. 'I mean, starting it from both ends. Unfortunately, it didn't turn out quite as I had hoped. But the idea was a good one. Now, if we might try the same kind of thing. Not building a wall, of course. I mean going at Caer Cadarn from different ways.'

Fflewddur shrugged, not a little crestfallen that his own suggestion had been dismissed.

But Eilonwy nodded. 'Yes. It's the only sensible thing.'

Glew snorted. 'The only sensible thing is to get an army behind you. When I was a giant, I'd have been willing to help you. But I mean to have no part in this scheme.'

The little man was about to say more, but a glance from the bard silenced him. 'Never fear,' said Fflewddur. 'You and I will be together at every moment. You'll be in good hands.'

'Now then,' broke in Rhun, impatient to speak again. 'There are five of us. Some should climb over the rear wall, the others enter at the gate.' The young King rose to his feet and his eyes flashed eagerly. 'Fflewddur Fflam shall have the gates opened. Then, while the others attack from the far wall, I shall ride straight through the gates.'

Rhun's hand had gone to his sword. His head was thrown back and he stood before the companions as proudly as if all the Kings of Mona were at his side. He spoke on, firmly and clearly, with such joyful enthusiasm that Eilonwy had no heart to stop him.

But at last she interrupted. 'Rhun, I'm sorry,' Eilonwy said. 'But? and I think Fflewddur will agree with me? you will serve better if you stay out of the actual fighting unless it's absolutely necessary. That way, you'll be on hand when you're needed, but it won't be quite so dangerous for you.'

Rhun's face clouded with disappointment and dismay. 'But, I say…'

'You're not a Prince any more,' Eilonwy added, before Rhun could continue his protest. 'You're King of Mona. Your life isn't altogether your own, don't you see? You have a whole realm of people to think of, and we shan't let you take any more risks than you have to. You'll be in far too much danger as it is. If Queen Teleria could have guessed the way things would turn out,' Eilonwy added, 'you wouldn't have sailed to Caer Dallben in the first place.'

'I don't see what my mother has to do with it,' cried Rhun. 'I'm sure my father would have wanted…'

'Your father understood what it means to be a king,' Eilonwy said gently. 'You must learn as well as he did.'

'Taran of Caer Dallben saved my life on Mona,' Rhun said urgently. 'I am in his debt, and it is a debt that I alone can pay.'

'You owe another kind of debt to the fisher folk of Mona,' Eilonwy replied. 'And theirs is the greater claim.'

Rhun turned away and sat dejectedly on a hummock, his sword trailing at his side. Fflewddur gave him an encouraging clap on the shoulder.