“If you do as I have bid you, you and the King may have speech and comfort one of the other. And you will do this in peace. No—” as her head came up sharply—“this part of it you leave with me. This is where we come to magic. Trust me for the rest. Get yourself only to Tintagel, and wait. I shall bring Uther to you there. And I promise you now, for the King, that he shall not give battle to Gorlois, and that after he and you have met in love, Cornwall shall have peace. As to how this will be, it is with God. I can only tell you what I know. What power is in me now, is from him, and we are in his hands to make or to destroy. But I can tell you this also, Ygraine, that I have seen a bright fire burning, and in it a crown, and a sword standing in an altar like a cross.”

She got to her feet quickly, and for the first time there was a kind of fear in her eyes. She opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed her lips again and turned back towards the window. Again she stopped short of it, but I saw her lift her head as if longing for the air. She should have been winged. If she had spent her youth walled in Tintagel it was no wonder she wanted to fly.

She raised her hands and pushed back the hair from her brows. She spoke to the window, not looking at me. “I will do this. If I tell him I am with child, he will take me to Tintagel. It is the place where all the dukes of Cornwall are born. And after that I have to trust you.” She turned then and looked at me, dropping her hands. “If once I can have speech with him . . . even just that . . . But if you have brought bloodshed to Cornwall through me, or death to my husband, then I shall spend the rest of my life praying to any gods there are that you, too, Merlin, shall die betrayed by a woman.”

“I am content to face your prayers. And now I must go. Is there someone you can send with me? I’ll make a draught for you and send it back. It will only be poppy; you can take and not fear.”

“Ralf can go, my page. You’ll find him outside the door. He is Marcia’s grandson, and can be trusted as I trust her.” She nodded to the old woman, who moved to open the door for me.

“Then any message I may have to send you,” I said, “I shall send through him by my man Cadal. And now good night.”

When I left her she was standing quite still in the centre of the room, with the firelight leaping round her.

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SIX