"I bet that"s King Mabon and Mr Holy!" cried Dido joyfully. "Shall us go down and see?"
"We had better exercise considerable caution," said the captain. "Firstly, if they are coming from Lyonesse, they are taking a singular route; one would have a.s.sumed they would go through the Pa.s.s of Nimue and be approaching from the other direction "
"Ay, that"s true."
(In fact, as they subsequently discovered, King Mabon"s troop had made use of a secret smugglers" route through the silver-mines, revealed to them by Bran.) "Secondly, if we take them by surprise, they may open fire, believing us to be Aurocs."
Fortunately this misadventure did not occur; when, by the captain"s skilful direction of his Floater, he and Dido were hovering almost directly above the marching column, she was able to recognise the eagle-standards of the Wandesborough Frontier Patrol, and she hailed them shrilly from overhead: "Hey, s.e.xtus Lucius Trevelyan! Have you got Mr Holystone with you? I mean King Artaius? And the folk from the Thrush?"
Some natural surprise was caused by a voice apparently addressing them from heaven, and the more superst.i.tious soldiers in Captain Trevelyan"s troop fell flat on their stomachs, but Captain Hughes was now low enough to recognise the familiar face of Lieutenant Windward, riding with Mr Multiple in the rear of the advance-guard, and so he brought his Floater to the ground, exclaiming briskly, There you are, then, Windward! I"m devilish glad to see you again, sir! I have with me Miss Twite, whom, I am pleased to say, I have been able to extricate from captivity -"
The whole procession came to a halt amid cries of joyful recognition and congratulation.
"Miss Twite! Dido! Thank G.o.d you are safe. Who would have thought of encountering you here! Bless my soul, missie, we thought you was at Kingdom Come!" (That was Noah Gusset.) "Gadzooks, Miss Twite, I am delighted to find you at liberty and Captain Hughes too!" (That was Lieutenant Windward.) Mr Multiple fairly hugged Dido in his joy and relief.
"I"m real sorry about the diamonds," she whispered to him.
"Oh, never mind it! The princess got back safe to her father here she comes now, in fact "
King Mabon, riding in the rear, had sent forward to learn the cause of the stoppage, and, being informed what it was, now hurried forward with his daughter and Mr Holystone. They were all mounted on Patagonian ponies, but Dido observed that Hapiypacha (whose devotion to the princess had apparently remained unimpaired despite being ridden by her across country) kept close at the heels of her pony, causing the latter no little uneasiness, and snarling if anyone chanced to come what he considered unsuitably near to his mistress.
King Mabon hopped off his pony and came to give Dido an unaffected hug. So did his daughter.
"Oh, I was so wretched about you!" said Elen. "All the way over the mountains I was thinking I should never never have let you persuade me -"
"Anything you want, child, in the kingdom of Lyonesse, it"s yours, indeed to goodness -" said King Mabon.
"Oh, it weren"t nothing," said Dido gruffly. "Arter all, what else was there to do?"
Mr Holystone was standing quietly behind Elen. A whole ring of torches now surrounded the group, and in the flickering light Dido saw that he was very grandly dressed indeed, in a red tunic, gold-bordered toga, sparkling diadem, and sandals with gold buckles. Calib-urn hung at his side in a silver-studded scabbard. But he looked, surprisingly, much more like the old Mr Holystone, and his voice, when he spoke, confirmed this.
"I am very happy to see you alive, Miss Twite. Pray, Ma"am, from which tradesman do you obtain your Tay?"
"Oh, Mr Holy! You remembered me! Oh, that beats c.o.c.kfighting!" Dido cried out joyfully. She was so happy that her spirits could hardly rise higher when Artaius, too, gave her a welcoming embrace and kiss on the cheek. Her delight was so profound that she thought, Now I don"t care what happens.
"Well, well, well, Holyst I mean, sir, King Artaius," Captain Hughes was saying, somewhat awkwardly. "This is a bit of a change, hey? Ahem!"
"I shall always remember, Captain, the kind treatment I received as your steward," Mr Holystone said.
"When did your memory come back, Mr Holy?" cried Dido. "When did it all come together?"
"Quite suddenly about twelve hours ago. It was as if a shutter clicked open in my mind I remembered the Thrush, and how you used to cut curls of coconut for me -"
"Some influence that had been blocking his mind was suddenly removed," said Bran, appearing with his usual unexpectedness.
"Yes,.you old schoolmaster!" said Holystone, clapping him cheerfully on the back, "but what influence?"
"That we shall no doubt discover when we reach Bath."
As dawn was approaching, King Mabon now suggested that they should halt and take breakfast where they were, in order to arrive at Bath tolerably rested and refreshed, since n.o.body had any idea what kind of reception might be waiting for them there. Accordingly fires were lit, wine was mulled, yams thrust into the embers to roast, and sausages toasted on sticks. Dido, who was ravenous after her day"s solitary confinement and starvation in the city of Sul, could hardly bear to wait for the food to be ready.
"Was he very angry the old Guardian? When he found I was gone?" inquired Elen, coming to sit by Dido on a folded toga.
"That he was! Poor old Whiskers."
"When you are gone
I"ll cry all day
My tears will wash
My feet away "
sang Bran, coming to lower himself on the ground beside the girls.
"Mister Bran why do you think Mr Holy got his memory back?" Dido asked.
"I expect we shall discover that one of the people attempting to prevent his return suddenly lost the power to do so."
"Why should that happen?"
Bran shrugged.
"In several ways. We shall see soon enough, no doubt."
When they resumed the march, Bran rode alongside the two girls. Dido would have liked a long conversation with Mr Holystone there was so much she wanted to ask him! but she could quite see that he had a lot of important affairs to discuss with King Mabon and Captain Hughes; bits of their conversation came floating back: "Dissident elements in Hy Brasil abolish practice of head-shrinking joint action to exterminate the Aurocs improved conditions in the silvermines "
"Bran," said Dido, "do you think Queen Ginevra will let him do all those things? I reckon she quite likes those shrunken heads."
"Who can tell?"
"I"d a thought you could. Can"t you tell the future?"
"After a fashion, yes I can. But, if you recall, I can do nothing to affect it. Only continue to remind people that free will exists."
"What"s free will, Mister Bran?"
"In Bath"s happy city
Where the girls are so pretty
How free was my will
As I freewheeled along
Why, even a sparrow
Can choose broad or narrow
And a man can choose daily
Between right and wrong "
sang Bran.
"You"ll never get a sensible answer out of him," said the princess. "Not when he"s in this mood."
"Bran," said Dido, "how come you knew Mrs Vavasour so well?"
The princess looked doubtfully at Bran, as if wondering how he would take such a personal question. But he answered readily enough, "Why, who should know her better than I? I was married to her for five hundred years or so sweet Nimue! Dear Nynevie! And to show her wifely affection she threw me into an enchantment and shut me up under a stone rather like you, princess, but a deal longer."
"You were married to Nynevie? Then, are you sorry she"s dead?"
"Of course I am. You can"t be married to somebody and not have some feeling for them; however wicked they may be, or how badly they treat you."
Elen rode in silence for a long time after this exchange.
Now they were very close to Bath; approaching it from the southern aspect, over Odd Down, one of the foothills of Mount Damyake.
As they came near enough to distinguish individual objects, Dido saw that the walls of the city were lined with silent watchers; news of their approach had evidently gone ahead of them to the city. The great south gate was closed; but when they came within fifteen hundred yards of the walls, it slowly swung open.
"Humph," muttered Lieutenant Windward, who happened to be riding beside Dido at that point (she and Captain Hughes had been provided with ponies), "I don"t much care for the look of Mount Catelonde. Or Damask, come to that."
Great thick oily black piles of smoke kept knotting and coiling upwards from Catelonde"s crater, every now and then pierced by a gush of sparks or flame; and a distinct bulge had appeared on the shoulder of Damask; "like a boil about to burst" as the lieutenant pointed out. He went on, "I only hope the superst.i.tious folk in Bath don"t connect it with Holystone"s return and decide that he"s a bad halfpenny and Grandmother Sul don"t want him. Or we"ll all be in the basket!"
Now there was a change in the order of march.
Holystone rode out ahead on his lively black pony. The fitful sunlight (coming through immense clouds of black volcanic smoke) fetched gleams from his diadem and the hilt of Caliburn; he looked very kingly.
But Captain Hughes muttered testily, "All very well but, bless my soul, I wonder if that"s wise? It only wants one marksman with a musket or crossbow "
Holystone, however, rode on steadily across the stony plain, and his troop quietly followed him.
When he reached the gate he looked up, without speaking, at the black heads of the watchers, crowded like starlings on the walls at either side.
One of King Mabon"s heralds spurred forward and blew a loud blast on a bocina, then bawled resonantly through a trumpet-shaped wooden mouthpiece: "The High King, Artaius Mercurius Ambrosius, true son of Uther Ambrosius, Pendragon of c.u.mbria, Lyonesse and Hy Brasil, returns in peace to his city of Bath Regis."
There was a long moment of hushed silence following this announcement; then the whole city of Bath almost lifted off the ground in deafening response. Bells clanged till the steeples rocked, muskets were discharged, boci-nas clamoured, horns rooted and tooted, rattles clacked, and over and above and through all the other sounds, human voices could be heard shouting joyfully, "Welcome, welcome to our Rex Quondam! G.o.d bless Mercurius Artaius! G.o.d bless King Arthur!"
Holystone was evidently much moved. He got off his pony for a moment, knelt to kiss the threshold of the gate, then quite simply wiped his eyes on the pony"s mane. As he was about to remount, a boy, still blackened from work in the silver-mines, came running to offer him a huge key, shaped like a basilisk, which was apparently the key to the city of Bath. Holystone received the key on its cushion, made some remark which set the boy laughing, then handed it back, swung himself into the saddle, and rode on up Damask Street.
It was as if no one had been sure that he was really coming; as if they could not quite believe their luck until they had the evidence of their own eyes. Now, as he rode slowly along, windows opened, and bunting hastily rolled out of them to hang in brilliant stripes down the front of the white houses; ropes flew on arrows across the streets and trails of pennants followed; in three minutes the whole route was transformed to an avenue of dazzling colours.
By the time they had turned the corner into Ertayne Street, people had fetched out festive costumes, were running from their doors fastening red-and-green kerchiefs round their necks, pinning on gaudy ap.r.o.ns, tying streamers on their hats. Dido, looking sideways at the dancing, waving, shouting, screaming exuberant crowds who fluttered bright handkerchiefs, blew kisses, tossed flowers, could hardly believe that they were the same surly scowling citizens that she had encountered on her previous visit.
But there were very few children.
Now, as they turned right again, and came into the big cobbled palace yard, Dido saw that as many as possible of the Thirteen Treasures of Britain had been hustled out of the Museum, quickly polished up, and set on plinths: the basket, drinking-horn, halter, knife, cauldron, whetstone, garment, pan, platter, chessboard and mantle. The chariot had unfortunately fallen to pieces during its hasty removal, but the drinking-horn, pan and platter shone bravely, and somebody flung the mantle, moth-eaten but gleaming with red-and-gold embroidery, over the rump of Holystone"s pony. He pulled out his sword and held it up in salute; it was greeted by a hushed, breathing murmur: "Caliburn! He has Caliburn!"
Somebody had also brought along the Four Ancient Creatures from the zoological garden, and there they were, blinking and yawning in wickerwork cages: the Ousel of Cilgwri, the Stag of Redynvre, the Owl of Cwm Cawlwyrd and the Eagle of Gwern Abwy. Holystone laughed when the saw the aged creatures, and called teasingly.