Chapters (72)
- Cover
- Preface
- Title page
- Dedication page
- MAPS
- Prologue: THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS
- Book I: THE DOVE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- Book II: THE FALCON
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- Book III: THE WOLF
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- Book IV: THE RED DRAGON
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- Book V: THE COMING OF THE BEAR
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- The Legend of Merlin
- Author’s Notes
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Mary Stewart
I shook my head. “All I know is, they were going to kill me to stop their rotten tower from falling down, and I put up a bluff. I thought if I could discredit their priests I might save my own skin, but all I ever hoped to do was to make a bit of time so that maybe I could get away.”
“Aye, I heard what they were going to do. Some people are dead ignorant, you’d wonder at it.” But he was watching me with the look that I remembered. “It was a funny kind of bluff, wasn’t it? How did you know where to find the tunnel?”
“Oh, that. That was easy. I’ve been in these parts before, as a boy. I came to this very place once, years ago, with Cerdic who was my servant then, and I was following a falcon through the wood when I found that old tunnel.”
“I see. Some people might call that luck—if they didn’t know you, that is. I suppose you’d been right in?”
“Yes. When I first heard about the west wall cracking above, I thought it must be something to do with the old mine workings.” I told him then, quickly, all that I could remember of what had happened in the cave. “The lights,” I said, “the water glittering . . . the shouting . . . It wasn’t like the ‘seeings’ I’ve had before—the white bull and the other things that I’ve sometimes seen. This was different. For one thing, it hurt far more. That must be what death is like. I suppose I did faint in the end. I don’t remember being brought here at all.”
“I don’t know about that. When I got in to see you, you was just asleep, very deep, but quite ordinary, it seemed to me. I make no bones about it, I took a good look at you, to see if they’d hurt you, but I couldn’t find any sign of it, bar a lot of scratches and grazes they said you’d got in the woods. Your clothes looked like it, too, I can tell you . . . But from the way you were housed here, and the way they spoke of you, I didn’t think they’d dare raise a finger to you—not now. Whatever it was, a faint, or a fit or a trance, more like, you’ve put the wind up them proper, that you have.”
“Yes, but how, exactly? Did they tell you?”
“Oh aye, they told me, the ones that could speak of it.