Forest of Arden, which sloped gently but steadily toward the distant sea.
High, and climbing higher on the left, the mountains reared. The further we advanced into the valley, the better came our view of the nature and full extent of that massive height of rock down one of whose lesser slopes we had coasted. The mountains continued their march to the sea, growing larger as they did so, and taking upon their shoulders a shifting mantle tinged with green, mauve, purple, gold, and indigo. The face they turned to the sea was invisible to us from the valley, but about the back of that final, highest peak swirled the faintest veil of ghost clouds, and occasionally the golden sun touched it with fire. I judged we were about thirty-five miles from the place of light, and the fuel gauge read near empty. I knew that the final peak was our destination. and an eagerness began to grow up within me. Random was staring in the same direction.
“It’s still there,” I remarked.
“I’d almost forgotten,” he said.
And as I shifted gears, I noticed that my trousers had taken on a certain sheen which they had not possessed before. Also, they were tapered considerably as they reached toward my ankles, and I noted that my cuffs had vanished. Then I noticed my shirt.
It was more like a jacket. and it was black and trimmed with silver; and my belt had widened considerably.
On closer inspection, I saw that there was a silver line down the outer seams of my pants legs.
“I find myself garbed effectively,” I observed, to see what that wrought.
Random chuckled, and I saw then that he had some where acquired brown trousers streaked with red and a shirt of orange and brown. A brown cap with a yellow border rested on the Seat beside him.
“I was wondering when you’d notice,” he said. “How do you feel?”
“Quite good,” I told him, “and by the way, we’re almost out of gas.”
“Too late to do much about that,” he said. “We are now in the real world, and it would be a horrible effort to play with Shadows. Also, it would not go unnoticed. I’m afraid we’ll have to hoof it when this gives out.”
It gave out two and a half miles later. I coasted off to the side of the road and stopped. The sun by now was westering farewell, and the shadows had grown long Indeed.
I reached into the back seat, where my shoe’s had become black boots, and something rattled as my hand groped after them. I drew forth a moderately heavy silver sword and scabbard. The scabbard fit my belt perfectly. There was also a black cloak, with a clasp like a silver rose.
“Had you thought them lost forever?” asked Random.
“Damn near.” said I.
We climbed out of the car and began walking. The evening was cool and briskly fragrant. There were stars in the east already, and the sun was diving toward its bed.
We trudged along the road, and Random said:
“I don’t feel right about this.”
“What do you mean?”
“Things have gone too easily, thus far,” he told me. “I don’t like it. We made it all the way through to the Forest of Arden with barely a hitch. True, Julian tried to take care of us there—but I don’t know. . . We’ve made it so very far so readily that I’d almost suspect we were permitted to do it.”
“This thought has also crossed my mind,” I lied. “What do you think it portends?”
“I fear,” said he, “that we are walking into a trap.”
We walked on for several minutes in silence.
Then “Ambush?” said I. “These woods seem strangely still.”
“I don’t know.”
We made maybe two miles, and then the sun was gone. The night was black and studded with brilliant stars.
“This is no way for two such as we to move,” Random said.
“True.”
“Yet I fear to fetch us steeds.”
“And I, also.”
“What is your assessment of the situation?” Random asked.
“Death and dreck,” said I. “I feel they may be upon us soon.”