Sir Pom-Pom explained his interest. "I only wondered how she keeps warm when the breeze blows cold and damp!"
"For a fact," said Travante, "I wondered much the same."
"I looked closely," said Sir Pom-Pom. "I saw no trace of goose pimples."
"The topic lacks interest," said Madouc. "Shall we proceed?"
The three continued up Wamble Way. When the sun dropped behind the trees, Madouc selected an open area a few yards away from the road, placed down the pink and white kerchief and at the call of "Aroisus" raised the pink-and-white-striped pavilion.
The three entered to discover, as before, three soft beds, a table laden with fine food, four bronze pedestals supporting four lamps. They dined at leisure, but somberly, with the thoughts of each fixed upon Castle Doldil and the ogre Throop"s uncertain hospitality; and when they took to their beds, none slept easily.
In the morning the adventurers arose, took breakfast, struck the pavilion and set off to the north, presently arriving at Idilra Crossroads. To the right Munkins Road led eastward, at last to a junction with Icnield Way. To the left Munkins Road plunged ever deeper into the Forest of Tantrevalles.
The three travellers paused a few moments by Idilra Post; then, since there was no help for it, they turned to the left and with fatalistic steps set off along Munkins Road.
Halfway through the morning the three arrived at a clearing of goodly dimension, with a river running to one side. Beside the river stood the lowering ma.s.s of Castle Doldil. They stopped to survey the gray stone keep and the sward in front where so many brave knights had come to grief. Madouc looked from Sir Pom-Pom to Travante. "Remember! Take nothing except that which is given! Throop will use all manner of wiles and we must be on the alert ten times over! Are we ready?"
"I am ready," said Travante.
"I have come this far," said Sir Pom-Pom in a hollow voice. "I would not turn back now."
The three left the shelter of the forest and approached on the castle. At once the portcullis rattled and two squat knights in black armour, with visors closed on their helmets and lances at the ready, galloped from the castle yard. They rode four-legged gryphons with black-green scales; squat heads, half dragon, half wasp; and iron spikes in the place of winglets.
One of the knights cried out in a roaring voice: "What insolent folly brings trespa.s.sers to these private lands? We give you challenge; no excuse will be heard! Which of you will dare to do us combat?"
"None of us," said Madouc. "We are innocent wanderers and we wish to pay our respects to the famous Sir Throop of the Three Heads."
"That is all very well, but what do you bring with you, either for Sir Throop"s profit or his amus.e.m.e.nt?"
"In the main, the vivacity of our conversation and the pleasure of our company."
"That is not very much."
"We also carry gifts for Sir Throop. Admittedly they are enriched more by our kind intentions than by their intrinsic worth."
"The gifts, from your description, would seem to be mean and n.i.g.g.ardly."
"Even so, we want nothing in return."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing."
The goblin knights conferred in low mutters for a moment; then the foremost said: "We have decided that you are no more than starveling rogues. We are often obliged to protect good Sir Throop from such as you. Prepare yourselves for combat! Who will joust the first course with us?"
"Not I," said Madouc. "I carry no lance."
"Not I," said Sir Pom-Pom. "I ride no horse."
"Not I," said Travante. "I lack armour, helmet and shield."
"Then we will exchange strong strokes of the sword, until one party or the other has been chopped into bits."
"Have you not noticed," asked Travante, "we carry no swords?"
"As you prefer! We shall strike at each other with cudgels until blood and brains spatter this green meadow."
Madouc, losing patience, directed the Tinkle-toe Imp-spring to ward the first knight"s fearsome mount. It gave a vibrant scream, leapt high; then, plunging and bucking, bounded this way and that, and at last fell into the river, where the knight, weighted down by his armour, sank quickly and was seen no more. The second knight raised a ferocious battle yell and lunged forward, lance levelled. Madouc directed the spell against the second gryphon, which jumped and tossed with even greater agility, so that the goblin knight was pitched high in the air, to fall on his head and lie still.
"Now then," said Madouc. "Let us try our luck with Sir Throop"s hospitality."
The three pa.s.sed under the open portcullis, into an ill-smelling courtyard, with a row of parapets fifty feet above. On a tall door of iron-bound timber hung a ma.s.sive knocker in the shape of a h.e.l.lhound"s head. Exerting all his strength Sir Pom-Pom lifted the knocker and let it fall.
A moment pa.s.sed. Over the parapets leaned a great torso and three peering heads. The middle head called out in a rasping voice: "Who performs this ruthless noise which has disturbed my rest? Did not my minions give warning that at this time I take my comfort?"
Madouc responded as courteously as her quavering voice al lowed. "They saw us, Sir Throop, and ran away in terror."
"That is extraordinary conduct! What sort of persons are you?"
"Innocent travellers, no more," said Travante. "Since we were pa.s.sing, we thought it proper to pay our respects. Should you see fit to offer us hospitality, we bring host-gifts, as is the custom in these parts."
Pism, the head to the left, uttered a curse: "Busta batasta! I keep but a single servant-my seneschal Naupt. He is old and frail; you must cause him no exasperation, nor put burdens upon his tired old shoulders! Nor may you pilfer my valuable goods, at risk of my extreme displeasure!"
"Have no fear on that score!" declared Travante. "We are as honest as the day is long!"
"That is good to hear! See that your performance goes hand in hand with your boast."
The heads drew back from the parapet. A moment later a great booming voice was raised in harsh command: "Naupt, where are you! Ah, you torpid old viper, where do you hide? Show yourself on the instant or prepare for a purple beating!"
"I am here!" cried a voice. "Ready as always to serve!"
"Bah batasta! Open the portal, admit the guests who wait without! Then go dig turnips for the great black kettle."
"Shall I also cut leeks, Your Honour?"
"Cut leeks by the score; they will make a tasty relish for the soup! First, admit the guests."
A moment later the tall portal swung ajar, with a creaking and groaning of the hinges. In the opening stood Naupt the seneschal: a creature mingled of troll, human man, and perhaps wefkin. In stature he exceeded Sir Pom-Pom by an inch, though his corpulent torso surpa.s.sed that of Sir Pom-Pom by double. Gray fustian breeches clung tight to his thin legs and k.n.o.bby knees; a tight gray jacket dealt with his thin arms and sharp elbows in the same fashion. A few damp black locks hung over his forehead; round black eyes bulged to either side of a long twisted nose. His mouth was a gray rosebud over a tiny pointed chin, with heavy soft jowls sagging to either side.
"Enter," said Naupt. "What names shall I announce to Sir Throop?"
"I am the Princess Madouc. This is Sir Pom-Pom of Castle Haidion, or at least its back-buildings; and this is Travante the Sage."
"Very good, Your Honours! Come this way, if you will! Walk with delicate feet, that you do not unduly abrade the stone paving."
Naupt, running on tiptoe at a half-trot, led the three down a dark high-ceilinged corridor smelling sour-sweet of decay. Moisture oozed from cracks in the stone; tufts of gray fungus grew where the detritus of ages had settled into cracks.
The corridor turned, the floor humped and settled; the corridor twisted again and opened into an enormous hall so high that the ceiling was lost in shadows. A balcony across the back wall supported a row of cages, now untenanted; along the walls hung a hundred shields, emblazoned with as many different emblems. Above each shield, a human skull wearing a knight"s steel helmet looked from empty eye sockets across the hall.
Throop"s furniture was crude, spa.r.s.e and none too clean. A table of ma.s.sive oak timbers stood in front of the fireplace, where burned a fire of eight logs. The table was flanked by a dozen chairs with another, three times ordinary size, at the head.