Not quite convinced, yet unwilling to argue further with his dammia, Perry stood still while Holly fastened the silver brooch at his collar. Again he fingered the blood-red jewel inset among the links of his armor; and deep within his shoulder there pulsed a dull ache, and he knew that within two days the weather would change. But he said nought and instead wished that these formalities would just get over and done with.
Holly, flicking one last invisible speck from Perry's cloak, stepped back and appraised her buccaran with a critical eye. 'Well,' she said at last, pride shining in her face, 'it looks like you're ready. Now there's a Big Man waiting in the study with Cotton to escort you both before the assembled Kings. You'd better hurry on now before you're late.'
Perry sighed and stepped out of the bedroom, and went down the hall and around the corner toward the study. As he approached that chamber, he saw an object on the table outside the study door. And his heart leapt, for it was a great black mace!
'Ursor!' he shouted, and ran into the room just as the great bear of a Baeran was getting to his feet. 'Ursor!' cried Perry, and he wept and laughed, and the Big Man smiled, and Cotton grinned from ear to ear.
'Well, little one,' huge Ursor rumbled, 'we meet again.' And he caught up the wee Warrow and embraced him with a whoof! and then sat him down on the edge 'of a table like a small child, the buccan's feet dangling and swinging.
'Ursor, we thought you were dead!' exclaimed Perry, an incredulous look on his face. 'What happened? How.did you escape? Tell me before I burst with perplexity!'
'It's a long tale, and we can't be late before the Kings,' smiled the Baeran, fingering a deep scar mat ran down his left cheek from the corner of his eye to his jaw. 'I'll tell it in full after the Ceremony. Let me just say that I decided to mislead the Spawn up the north passage from the underground river, to make certain that they didn't follow my Liege Lord, Kian, now King of North Riamon. My running battle with that company of Wrg in the undelved halls of the Black Hole lasted long, and I did nearly die, but it was of starvation and not by Rutchen hand. I was lost, but at last found my way to the Dwarves-or they to me, for Durek had sent them searching right after the great battle. And they finally found me, and I was saved, three days after you had gone.
'But we will speak of the full story later, for I want to hear your tale from your own lips too,' declared Ursor, Commander of the Kingsguard of Riamon. 'But now the Kingdom awaits its Heroes.'
And so they stood and stepped into the hall, where Ursor took up his great black mace and hung it from his belt; and they strode to the oaken door of The Root. Ursor opened the portal, and the sunshine outside was bright.
Through the doorway Perry could see, to his wonder, the Kings of Pellar, Valon, Riamon, and Kraggen-cor, and an Elf Lord of Darda Erynian: each down upon one knee, paying high homage to him and Cotton. Beyond the Kings, all the knights and warriors and attendants-Men, Dwarves, and — Elves-of all the retinues also knelt on one knee. And beyond them it seemed as if every Warrow of the Boskydells stood quietly in End Field, waiting.
Perry looked up at Ursor, and over at Cotton, and last of
all to Holly, and she beamed and inclined her head toward the open door. And Perry and Cotton, smiling, stepped forth into the sunshine, resplendent in their sparkling silver and glittering golden armor; and from the waiting multitude a mighty roar flew up to the sky.
