Paks shook her head. "I don't remember anything but the sound of it."

"Pretty enough," grumbled Balkon, "but I'd like to know what it means."

Amberion stretched and sighed. "It meant trouble for our enemies that day, and a long sleep for Ardhiel. Paks, I think your memory will come back; as it does, I'd like to know about it." She nodded. "Master Balkon, we still think it would be best to let her recall these things on her own."

"I worry about those wounds," said the dwarf frankly. "The elves have some means of speeding and slowing growth. Something like that must have been used by those rockfilth—she'd still be bleeding, else. It's dangerous. I would know what was used on her, and would wish you to think what may be done." He grinned at Paks for an instant and went on. "Besides that, it is this talk which has brought her memory so far. Surely more would be better."

"It is that," said another voice, "which distinguishes dwarves from more temperate folk—they always think more is better." Paks looked over to see a dark man in stained leather clothes; she remembered that this was Thelon, their half-elven scout. Master Balkon bristled at his words, but Thelon laughed gently, and lifted his hand. "My pardon, Master Balkon, but I could not resist. It has been long in this camp since anything seemed funny."

"I don't see—" began Balkon; Thelon shook his head, then, and bowed.

"Sir dwarf, I am sorry. I had no intention of insult; I'll say so before all, and confess a loose tongue."

Balkon shook his head, and finally smiled at Thelon. "You are but half-elven, and a ranger—which is another word for hardy, as we dwarves know. And I confess I am as fond of plenty as you are of enough. Let it pass, Thelon; I will not bear anger to you."

Thelon bowed again. "I thank you for your courtesy. I came to ask Amberion to attend the Marshals. Ardhiel may be rousing from his sleep, and they asked for you."

Amberion looked sternly at the dwarf as he rose. "Master Balkon, we are as concerned as you, but if Paks doesn't remember, she can't tell you what they used. It would be better to let it be."

Balkon nodded. "If the elf is wakening, he might know far more than I—only he should be told at once, if he can listen."

"Then—?"

"Then I will but bear her company, and no tales tell, until you bring word of Ardhiel," said the dwarf. And with that Amberion had to be content, and he turned away. Paks watched the dwarf, hoping he would resume his talk, but he did not meet her eyes. He poked and puffed at his pipe, until the smoke rose steadily. Then he looked at her. "I am not one to break my word," he said fiercely, "even so little of it as that. Bide still; the time will come, and you will hear it all."