These trees were leafed, though the green of those leaves had a golden cast, particularly to be marked along their rib divisions and their serrated edges so that the effect of the woods was not one of dark, but of light. The road continued to run, though the verge vanished and boughs hung across as if the trees strove to catch hands above. It was narrower here, more like the track in the heights. I dared not allow my thoughts to stray in that direction.
There was a lot of rustling among those leaved branches and around the roots of the trees. Though I sighted squirrels, birds, another fox, yet I was not satisfied as to an innocent cause for all that activity. To me it was rather that I was being carefully escorted by a woodland guard of bird and beast-and not for my protection!
Though I kept watch for anything which might promise shelter for the coming night, I saw no place which tempted me to turn aside from the road. And I had come to think it might be well to settle in its centre, hard though the pavement promised to be, rather than trust to the unknown under the trees.
It was then that the road split into two ways, each as narrow as a foot path. In the centre between those was a diamond shaped island of earth on which was based a mound, following the same outline as the portion of ground and levelled on its top. Set equidistant down there were three pillars of stone, that in the middle being several hands taller than the two flanking it.
They bore no carving, no indication that they were aught but rocks, save that their setting was so plainly the work of man, or some intelligence and not natural chance. Oddly, once I had sighted them much of my uneasiness fled. And, though the position was exposed, I was drawn to that earthy platform beneath the central pillar’s long shadow.
Slowly I climbed and unrolled the rug, sitting on it so that I could pull the flaps up about me when I wished. The pillar was at my back and I leaned against its support, while before me stretched the road, uniting beyond the point of the islet, to run on and on, though it was hidden by the trees not too far away.
Once more I ate from the bounty the inn had supplied, far less than I wanted. I was thirsty and it was hard to chew the bread, but the cheese had a measure of moisture and went down more easily.
It was past sunset now. I pulled the rug about my shoulders. The voices of the wood were many, a kind of murmur which kept me straining to identify just one sound and so bring a measure of the familiar past to comfort me in this strange present. But sleep was heavy on me, a burden weighting my tired body.
I awoke in the dark, my heart pounding, my breath fast and gasping. Yet it was no dream terror that shook me into wakefulness. My head lay against the pillar’s foot. There were streaks of moon on the road. But around me the light was very full and bright. Under its touch the pillars glowed silver.
Again I was as one blindfolded, stumbling about a room which held a treasure of great importance. Only I could not guess what that was. That I had unwittingly been drawn to a place of real power, I was sure. But the nature of that power-for good or ill-was past my reading.
There was no fear in me, just a kind of awe, a despair because I could not receive the messages which flowed about me, which might mean so much-
How long did I sit there, entranced, striving to break the bonds of my ignorance and reach out for riches, the nature of which I could not name?
Then it broke, failed. And another emotion swept in, a need for awareness, for being prepared-A warning which again I could not read past its general alerting.
Sound-the pound of hooves on the road. That did not come from behind, but from ahead. Someone rode towards me at reckless speed. Around my island the forest stirred. A multitude of small, unseen things fled away from the road and from me whom they had been watching with set purpose.
Yet under my silver pillar no fear touched me…only the need to be ready, an expectancy. The rider must be very close-
Out into the moon came a horse, flecks of white foam on its chest and shoulders. The rider reined in so suddenly the animal reared, beat the air with forefeet.
A Were Rider!
The horse neighed and again beat with forefeet. But the rider had full mastery. Then I saw clearly the crest of his helm and I was on my feet, the rug falling from about me. It tripped my feet as I would have run to the end of the mound, and I kicked at its folds. I shook free. My hands were out as I called-called?-rather shouted:
“Herrel!”
He swung from the saddle, started to me, his cloak flung back, his head lifted so that his eyes might seek mine, or so I believed. But his face was still overshadowed by the helm.
Beast Into Man
THIS WAS like journeying down a dark way in the cold of a winter’s night, making a turn, and seeing before one the open door of an inn from which streamed warmth and light, the promise of companionship with one’s kind. So did I scramble down from the safety of my moonlit mound-island and run to meet him who had ridden in such haste.
“Herrel!” Even as I had called to him from the tent when I was for a short space that other Gillan, so did I now reach out to him, voice and hand
But a swirl of that green light which was the Riders’ mark coiled between us serpent-wise, threatening-and when it vanished-
I had seen the beast which had crouched on the ledge before it leaped to go hunting the Hounds of Alizon. But then I had not fronted it-only watched it in lithe action. Now beast eyes were on me, lips raised in a snarl over cruel fangs-and there was nothing left I could reach.
“Herrel!” I do not know why I named that name-the man had gone.
Stumbling I tried to back away as that long, silver furred shape stooped low to the ground in a threatening crouch and I knew that I looked upon death. The firm earth of the mound was hard behind my shoulders, but I dared not turn my back upon that death to climb to what small safety its summit might offer.
There was a knife at my belt, but my hand did not go to it. This I could not meet with steel. Nor perhaps would my other weapon be any more than a reed countering a sword stroke. Still it was all I had left me.
Deep did I stare into those green eyes which now held nothing of man in them, were only alien pools of threat Within the beast was still Herrel-hiding, submerged, yet there. Or else man could not rise again from cat. And if my will-my power-could find the hidden man, then perhaps I could draw him once more to the surface. For to front an angry man was far, far better than to be hunted by a beast.
Herrel-Herrel-I besought him by mind rather than voice.-Herrel!-
But there was no change, only a small, muted sound from that furred throat, of anticipation-hunger-And from that thought my mind recoiled sickened, and my will nearly broke. But I fought our battle as best I could.
Suddenly that round head with the ears flattened back against the skull arose a little and from the beast bubbled a yowl such as it had voiced before the Hound attack.
Herrel!-
Its head waved from side to side. Then it shook it vigorously, as if to throw off some irritating touch. One paw, claws unsheathed was outstretched in the first step of a stealthy advance which could only end in a hunting spring.
Man not beast-you are a man!-
I hurled that at him-or it. For now was leaving me the conviction that man did lie within the cat. This was its own land. What new power or source of power lay open to it here?
Herrel!-
Long ago I had lost the talisman I had brought out of the Dales. I knew no power which might lie over this land to which I could raise voice in appeal-in protest-against this ghastly thing which was to pull me down. It is very daunting to stand alone with riven shield and broken sword as I did then.
I cried out-no longer his name-for what or who I had known as Herrel was gone as surely as if death had severed our worlds one from the other. I closed my eyes as my small power was swept away in a rush of hate. The beast sprang.