"It is all a mistake!" bawled Grofinet. "It must be resolved before damage is done! Lower me to the ground, where we can talk calmly, without prejudice."
The troll struck out with his cudgel. "Silence!"
In a frantic spasm Grofinet won free of the bonds. He scrambled about the clearing on long big-footed legs, hopping and dodging, while the troll chased after with his cudgel. Shimrod stepped forward and pushed the troll into the tarn. A few oily bubbles rose to the surface and the tarn was once more smooth.
"Sir, that was a deft act," said Grofinet. "I am in your debt!"
Shimrod spoke modestly: "Truly, no great matter."
"I regret that I must differ with you."
"Quite rightly," said Shimrod. "I spoke without thinking, and now I will bid you good day."
"One moment, sir. May I ask as to whom I am indebted?"
"I am Shimrod; I live at Trilda, a mile or so through the forest."
"Surprising! Few men of the human race visit these parts alone."
"I am a magician of sorts," said Shimrod. "The halflings avoid me." He looked Grofinet up and down. "I must say that I have never seen another like you. What is your sort?"
Grofinet replied in a rather lofty manner. "That is a topic which gentle-folk seldom see fit to discuss."
"My apologies! I intended no vulgarity. Once again, I bid you good day."
"I will conduct you to Trilda," said Grofinet. "These are dangerous parts. It is the least I can do."
"As vou wish."
The two returned to Lally Meadow. Shimrod halted. "You need come no farther. Trilda is only a few steps yonder."
"As we walked," said Grofinet, "I pondered. It came to me that I am much in your debt."
"Say nothing more," declared Shimrod. "I am happy to have "been of help."
"That is easy for you to say, but the burden weighs on my pride! I am forced to declare myself in your service, until the score is settled. Do not refuse; I am adamant! You need provide only my food and shelter. I will take responsibility for tasks which otherwise might distract you, and even perform minor magics."
"Ah! You are also a magician?"
"An amateur of the art, little more. You may instruct me further, if you like. After all, two trained minds are better than one. And never forget security! When a person intently looks forward, he leaves his backside unguarded!"
Shimrod could not shake Grofinet"s resolution, and Grofinet became a member of the household.
At first Grofinet and his activities were a distraction; ten times in the first week Shimrod paused on the very verge of sending Grofinet away, but always drew back in the face of Grofinet"s virtues, which were notable. Grofinet caused no irregularities and disturbed none of Shimrod"s properties. He was remarkably tidy, and never out of sorts; indeed, Grofinet"s high spirits caused the distractions. His mind was fertile and his enthusiasms came one upon the other. For the first few days Grofinet conducted himself with exaggerated diffidence; even so, while Shimrod strained to memorize the interminable lists in The Order of Mutables, Grofinet loped about the house talking to imaginary, or at least invisible, companions.
Presently Shimrod"s exasperation became amus.e.m.e.nt, and he found himself looking forward to Grofinet"s next outbreak of foolishness. One day Shimrod waved a fly from his work-table; at once Grofinet became the vigilant enemy of flies, moths, bees, and other winged insects, allowing them no trespa.s.s. Unable to catch them, he opened wide the front door, then herded the individual insect to the outdoors. Meanwhile a dozen others entered. Shimrod noticed Grofinet"s efforts and worked a small bane upon Trilda, which sent every insect fleeing posthaste from the house. Grofinet was greatly pleased by his success.
At last, bored with boasting of his triumph over the insects, Grofinet developed a new caprice. He spent several days contriving wings of withe and yellow silk, which he strapped to his lank torso. Looking from his window Shimrod watched him running across Lally Meadow, flapping his wings and bounding into the air, hoping to fly like a bird. Shimrod was tempted to lift Grofinet by magic and flit him aloft. He controlled the whimsy lest Grofinet become dangerously elated and bring himself to harm. Later in the afternoon Grofinet attempted a great bound and fell into Lally Water. The fairies of Tuddifot Shee spent themselves in immoderate glee, rolling and tumbling, kicking their legs into the air. Grofinet threw aside the wings in disgust, and limped back to Trilda.
Grofinet next gave himself to the study of the Egyptian pyramids. "They are extraordinarily fine and a credit to the pharaohs!" declared Grofinet.
"Exactly so."
On the next morning Grofinet spoke farther on the subject. "These mighty monuments are fascinating in their simplicity."
"True."
"I wonder what might be their scope?"
Shimrod shrugged. "A hundred yards to the side, more or less, or so I suppose."
Later Shimrod observed Grofinet pacing out dimensions along Lally Meadow. He called out: "What are you doing?"
"Nothing of consequence."
"I hope you are not planning to build a pyramid! It would block the sunlight!"
Grofinet paused in his pacing. "Perhaps you are right." He reluctantly suspended his plans, but quickly discovered a new interest. During the evening Shimrod came into the parlor to light the lamps. Grofinet stepped from the shadows. "Now then, Sir Shimrod, did you see me as you pa.s.sed?"
Shimrod"s mind had been elsewhere, and Grofinet had stood somewhat back past his range of vision. "For a fact," said Shimrod, I utterly failed to see you."
"In that case," said Grofinet, "I have learned the technique of invisibility!"
"Wonderful! What is your secret?"
"I use the force of sheer will to put myself beyond perception!"
"I must learn this method."
"Intellectual thrust, pure and simple, is the key," said Grofinet, and added the warning: "If you fail, don"t be disappointed. It is a difficult feat."
"We shall see."
The following day Grofinet experimented with his new sleight. Shimrod would call: "Grofinet! Where are you? Have you gone invisible again?" Whereupon Grofinet would step from a corner of the room in triumph.
One day Grofinet suspended himself from the ceiling beams of the workroom, on a pair of straps, to hang as if in a hammock. Shimrod, upon entering the room, might have noticed nothing, except that Grofinet had neglected to put up his tail, which dangled into the middle of the room, terminating in a tuft of tawny fur.
Grofinet at last decided to put by all his previous ambitions and to become a magician in earnest. To this end he frequented the workroom, to watch Shimrod at his manipulations. He was, however, intensely afraid of fire; whenever Shimrod, for one reason or another, excited a tongue of flame, Grofinet bounded from the room in a panic, and at last put by his plans to become a magician.
Midsummer"s Eve drew near. Coincidentally a series of vivid dreams came to disturb Shimrod"s sleep. The landscape was always the same: a terrace of white stone overlooking a beach of white sand and a calm blue sea beyond. A marble bal.u.s.trade enclosed the terrace, and low surf broke into foam along the beach.
In the first dream Shimrod leaned on the bal.u.s.trade, idly surveying the sea. Along the beach came walking a dark-haired maiden, in a sleeveless smock of a soft gray-brown cloth. As she approached, Shimrod saw that she was slender and an inch or so taller than medium stature. Black hair, caught in a twist of dark red twine, hung almost to her shoulders. Her arms and bare feet were graceful; her skin was a pale olive. Shimrod thought her exquisitely beautiful, with an added quality which included both mystery and a kind of provocation that, rather than overt, was implicit in her very existence. As she pa.s.sed, she turned Shimrod a somber half-smile, neither inviting nor forbidding, then went along the beach and out of sight. Shimrod stirred in his sleep and awoke.
The second dream was the same, except that Shimrod called to the maiden and invited her to the terrace; she hesitated, smilingly shook her head and pa.s.sed on.
On the third night, she halted and spoke: "Why do you call me, Shimrod?"
"I want you to stop, and at least talk with me."
The maiden demurred. "I think not. I know very little of men, and I am frightened, for I feel a strange impulse when I pa.s.s by."
On the fourth night, the maiden of the dream paused, hesitated, then slowly approached the terrace. Shimrod stepped down to meet her, but she halted and Shimrod found that he could approach her no more closely, which in the context of the dream seemed not unnatural. He asked: "Today will you speak to me?"
"I know of nothing to tell you."
"Why do you walk the beach?"
"Because it pleases me."
"Whence do you come and where do you go?"
"I am a creature of your dreams; I walk in and out of thought."
"Dream-thing or not, come closer and stay with me. Since the dream is mine, you must obey."
"That is not the nature of dreams." As she turned away, she looked over her shoulder, and when at last Shimrod awoke, he remembered the exact quality of her expression. Enchantment! But to what purpose?
Shimrod walked out on the meadow, considering the situation from every conceivable aspect. A sweet enticement was being laid upon him by subtle means, and no doubt to his eventual disadvantage. Who might work such a spell? Shimrod cast among the persons known to him, but none would seem to have reason to beguile him with so strangely beautiful a maiden.
He returned to the workroom and tried to cast a portent, but the necessary detachment failed him and the portent broke into a spatter of discordant colors.
He sat late in the workroom that night while a cool dark wind sighed through the trees at the back of the manse. The prospect of sleep brought him both misgivings and an uneasy tingle of antic.i.p.ation which he tried to quell, but which persisted nevertheless. "Very well then," Shimrod told himself in a surge of bravado, "let us face up to the matter and discover where it leads."
He took himself to his couch. Sleep was slow in coming; for hours he twitched through a troubled doze, sensitive to every fancy which chose to look into his mind. At last he slept.
The dream came presently. Shimrod stood on the terrace; along the beach came the maiden, bare-armed and bare-footed, her black hair blowing in the sea-wind. She approached without haste. Shimrod waited imperturbably, leaning on the bal.u.s.trade. To show impatience was poor policy, even in a dream. The maiden drew near; Shimrod descended the wide marble stairs.
The wind died, and also the surf; the dark-haired maiden halted and stood waiting. Shimrod moved closer and a waft of perfume reached him: the odor of violets. The two stood only a yard apart; he might have touched her.
She looked into his face, smiling her pensive half-smile. She spoke. "Shimrod, I may visit you no more."
"What is to stay you?"
"My time is short. I must go to a place behind the star Ach-ernar."
"Is this of your own will where you would go?"
"I am enchanted."
"Tell me how to break the enchantment!"
The maiden seemed to hesitate. "Not here."
"Where then?"
"I will go to the Goblins Fair; will you meet me there?"
"Yes! Tell me of the enchantment so that I may fix the counter-spell."
The maiden moved slowly away. "At the Goblins Fair." With a single backward glance she departed.
Shimrod thoughtfully watched her retreating form... From behind him came a roaring sound, as of many voices raised in fury. He felt the thud of heavy footsteps, and stood paralyzed, unable to move or look over his shoulder.
He awoke on his couch at Trilda, heart pumping and throat tight. The time was the darkest hour of the night, long before dawn could even be imagined. The fire had guttered low in the fireplace. All to be seen of Grofinet, softly snoring in his deep cushion was a foot and a lank tail.
Shimrod built up the fire and returned to his couch. He lay listening to sounds of the night. From across the meadow came a sad sweet whistle, of a bird awakened, perhaps by an owl.
Shimrod closed his eyes and so slept the remainder of the night.
The time of the Goblins Fair was close at hand. Shimrod packed all his magical apparatus, books, librams, philtres and operators into a case, upon which he worked a spell of obfuscation, so that the case was first shrunk, then turned in from out seven times to the terms of a secret sequence, so as finally to resemble a heavy black brick which Shimrod hid under the hearth.
Grofinet watched from the doorway in total perplexity. "Why do you do all this?"
"Because I must leave Trilda for a short period, and thieves will not steal what they cannot find."
Grofinet pondered the remark, his tail twitching first this way then that, in synchrony with his thoughts. "This, of course, is a prudent act. Still, while I am on guard, no thief would dare so much as to look in this direction."
"No doubt," said Shimrod, "but with double precautions our property is doubly safe."
Grofinet, had no more to say, and went outside to survey the meadow. Shimrod took occasion to effect a third precaution and installed a House Eye high in the shadows where it might survey household events.
Shimrod packed a small knapsack and went to issue final instructions to Grofinet, who lay dozing in the sunlight. "Grofinet, a last word!"
Grofinet raised his head. "Speak; I am alert."
"1 am going to the Goblins Fair. You are now in charge of security and discipline. No creature wild or otherwise is to be invited inside. Pay no heed to flattery or soft words. Inform one and all that this is the manse Trilda, where no one is allowed."
"I understand, in every detail," declared Grofinet. "My vision is keen; I have the fort.i.tude of a lion. Not so much as a flea shall enter the house."
"Precisely correct. I am on my way."
"Farewell, Shimrod! Trilda is secure!"
Shimrod set off into the forest. Once beyond Grofinet"s range of vision, he brought four white feathers from his pouch and fixed them to his boots. He sang out: "Feather boots, be faithful to my needs; take me where I will."
The feathers fluttered to lift Shimrod and slide him away through the forest, under oaks pierced by shafts of sunlight. Celandine, violets, harebells grew in the shade; the clearings were bright with b.u.t.tercups, cowslips and red poppies.
Miles went by. He pa.s.sed fairy shees: Black Aster, Catterlein, Feair Foiry and Shadow Thawn, seat of Rhodion, king of all fairies. He pa.s.sed goblin houses, under the heavy roots of oak trees, and the ruins once occupied by the ogre Fidaugh. When Shimrod paused to drink from a spring, a soft voice called his name from behind a tree. "Shimrod, Shimrod, where are you bound?"
"Along the path and beyond," said Shimrod and started along the way. The soft voice came after him: "Alas, Shimrod, that you did not stay your steps, if only for a moment, perhaps to alter events to come!"
Shimrod made no reply, nor paused, on the theory that anything offered in the Forest of Tantrevalles must command an exorbitant price. The voice faded to a murmur and was gone.
He presently joined the Great North Road, an avenue only a trifle wider than the first, and bounded north at speed.
He paused to drink water where an outcrop of gray rock rose beside the way, and low green bushes laden with dark red riddleberries, from which fairies pressed their wine, were shaded by twisted black cypresses, growing in cracks and crevices. Shimrod reached to pick the berries, but, noting a flutter of filmy garments, he thought better of such boldness and turned back to the way, only to be pelted with a handful of berries. Shimrod ignored the impudence, as well as the trills and t.i.tters which followed.
The sun sank low and Shimrod entered a region of low rocks and outcrops, where the trees grew gnarled and contorted and the sunlight seemed the color of dilute blood, while the shadows were smears of dark blue. Nothing moved, no wind stirred the leaves; yet this strange territory was surely perilous and had best be put behind before nightfall; Shimrod ran north at great speed.