Part 72 (1/2)

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 s.h.i.+eld.”