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What's this? This is a thread wherein I will take you through the Chronicles of Prydain, a high fantasy series by the late Lloyd Alexander. First published in the late sixties, the five books detail the adventures of Taran, an Assistant Pig-Keeper who dreams of much bigger destinies than life on a farm, caring for a (very special) pig. Some of you might know the name Taran from the 1985 animated Disney movie, The Black Cauldron, which kinda mish-mashes the first and second books together, and is altogether a terrible adaptation of the novel if you ask me; we therefore will not be discussing it and focusing purely on the books. Despite the setting being filled with monsters, magic and heroes, the focus lies a lot more on Taran's growth as a person and his coming of age, and part of their appeal (in my opinion) is that character development, as well as the hard lessons that Taran has to learn without the books turning into edgy nonsense. I hope you will enjoy this journey with me, whether or not you have read the books before! So what's Prydain? Long ago, Prydain was a prosperous land, one filled with many master craftsmen from blacksmiths to potters to carpenters. But Arawn, the Lord of Annuvin (he's the bad guy) grew jealous of Prydain's prosperity, and one by one stole its many secrets and artefacts for himself, hoarding them in his fortress. Prydain thus fell into decary, and would have perished, if not for the mighty Sons of Don, who arrived to form an alliance between the peoples of Prydain and do heroic battle against Arawn's dark forces. Some manner of time has passed since, and Prydain now knows a measure of peace under the High King - but the lords of the various cantrevs fight petty squabbles amongst themselves, and Arawn still lurks in the shadows of the Land of Death, waiting for his time to strike once more. Prydain takes a lot if inspiration from Welsh myth, in particular the Mabinogion. The geography is directly inspired by Wales itself, and nearly all the names are directly lifted from Welsh myth or history - with the exception of Taran, our protagonist, and Eilonwy. However, Alexander stresses that his tellings are his own, despite these similarities - see the Author's Note for the first book below. quote:THIS CHRONICLE of the Land of Prydain is not a retelling or retranslation of Welsh mythology. Prydain is not Wales--- not entirely, at least. The inspiration for it comes from that magnificent land and its legends; but, essentially, Prydain is a country existing only in the imagination. A few of its inhabitants are drawn from the ancient tales. Gwydion, for example, is a "real" legendary figure. Arawn, the dread Lord of Annuvin, comes from the Mabinogion, the classic collection of Welsh legends, though in Prydain he is considerably more villainous. And there is an authentic mythological basis for Arawn's cauldron, Hen Wen the oracular pig, the old enchanter Dallben, and others. However, Taran the Assistant Pig-Keeper, like Eilonwy of the red gold hair, was born in my own Prydain. How's this going to go? Following in the footsteps of Epicurius' Let's Read Animorphs (and now Everworld) threads, I will post chapters in full. The books are pretty small (as they are, in the end, children's books) and there's only five of them, so it shouldn't take too long. I will endeavor to post 2 chapters a week - one on wednesday, one on saturday - barring any real life emergencies. When we meet characters for the first time, I will update the second post, to be a glossary of sorts, in case anybody gets lost about who this or that guy is, or what certain terms mean. I would ask everybody to respect spoilers and not talk about any events that have not yet been discussed in the thread. That includes future books! If you absolutely must refer to something that happens later, please use spoiler tags and indicate which book the spoilers are from. Now then: onwards! Book 1 - the Book of Three In which we meet Taran, the land of Prydain, and many of the characters that will feature in this great series. First published in 1964, it was apparently ranked number 18 among all-time best children's novels in a survey published by School Library Journal, in 2012. I don't know if that means anything, I have no idea what sort of authority the SLJ has, but it's a nice feather in the cap, I suppose. Chapter 1 - The Assistant Pig-Keeper quote:TARAN WANTED to make a sword; but Coll, charged with the practical side of his education, decided on horseshoes. And so it had been horseshoes all morning long. Taran's arms ached, soot blackened his face. At last he dropped the hammer and turned to Coll, who was watching him critically. Meet our protagonist (who would like to call himself a hero, if only circumstances would let him), and his two teachers - Dallben, the enchanter who seems to be 379 years old, and Coll, the bald farmer, who apparently held a sword when he was younger. quote:"I fully understand," said Dallben, settling himself behind his table, "in the use of weapons, as in everything else, there is a certain skill. But wiser heads than yours will determine when you should learn it." And there we have our world-history exposition, as well as our first bit of magic in the series! Consent Matters for the Book of Three. quote:Dallben's eyes blinked open. He peered at Taran and yawned slowly. "You had better see Coll about a lotion for those hands," he advised. "Otherwise, I shouldn't be surprised if they blistered." Fingers smarting, the shamefaced Taran hurried from the cottage and found Coll near the vegetable garden. For an Assistant Pig-Keeper, Taran really doesn't do a good job of Keeping the Pig, huh?
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# ¿ Apr 22, 2023 13:52 |
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The Glossary. The Main Cast Taran: An Assistant Pig-Keeper with big dreams and many lessons to learn. Our Protagonist. Gwydion: Son of Don, Prince of Caer Dathyl. A mighty hero. Gurgi: A gurgi. Eilonwy: A girl of the Sea-people, related to Achren by blood, and very fond of metaphors and similes. Fflewddur Fflam: A bard, with a harp that disagrees with him often. Doli: A dwarf. Very grumpy. Allies Dallben: An enchanter, purportedly 379 years old, and master of Caer Dallben. Coll: A farmer. Very bald. Hen Wen: A pig what can tell the future, if you know how to listen. Medwyn: A mysterious figure who lives in the mountains. Talks to animals. Seems to have a long memory. Eiddileg: King of the Tylwyth Teg, a.k.a the Fair Folk. A complainer. Ellidyr: Prince of Pen-Llarcau. Kind of a jerk. Introduced in Book 2. Adaon: Son of Chief Bard Taliesin. A dreamer. Introduced in Book 2. Smoit: King of Cantrev Cadiffor. Big eater. Big brawler. Big beard. Introduced in Book 2. Morgant: King of Cantrev Madoc. Fearless. One of the greatest warlords of Prydain, after Gwydion. Introduced in Book 2. Gwystyl: A Fair Folk, stationed at a waypost near the Black Gate. Depressed. Introduced in Book 2. Rhun: Prince of Mona. Big heart. Bit clumsy. Introduced in Book 3. Rhuddlum: King of Mona. Rhun's father. Introduced in Book 3. Llyan: Big cat. Likes music. Introduced in Book 3. Aeddan: A farmer. Has it rough. Introduced in Book 4. Llonio: A family man. Lucky. Introduced in Book 4. Hedwyn: A master smith. Susceptible to reverse psychology. Introduced in Book 4. Dwyvach: A weaver-woman. Old. Introduced in Book 4. Annlaw Clay-shaper: A master potter and a good host. Introduced in Book 4. Villains Arawn: Lord of Annuvin, a trickster and schemer, who has stolen many secrets that once made Prydain great. The Horned King: A mighty warlord in Arawn's service. Achren: Mistress of the Spiral Castle, an enchantress of great skill. Morda: Enchanter. Likes turning people into animals. Introduced in Book 4. Dorath Mercenary. Piece of poo poo. Introduced in Book 5. Places Prydain: The land in which our tales take place. Annuvin: Arawn's fortress; the Land of the Dead. Caer Dallben: Coll's farm, home to himself, Dallben, and Taran. Caer Dathyl: Home to the Sons of Don. Marshes of Morva: A foul marsh, to the east of Annuvin. Home to Orddu, Orwen, and Orgoch. The Free Commots: Lands in the east of Prydain, where a great many craftsmen of skill live. Wahad fucked around with this message at 20:36 on Feb 27, 2024 |
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Chapter 2: The Mask of the Kingquote:HEN WEN HAD had vanished. Ahead, Taran heard a thrashing among the leaves. The pig, he was sure, was keeping out of sight in the bushes. Following the sound, he ran forward. After a time the ground rose sharply, forcing him to clamber onhands and knees up a wooded slope. At the crest the forest broke off before a meadow. Taran caught a glimpse of Hen Wen dashing into the waving grass. Once across the meadow, she disappeared beyond a stand of trees. Taran hurried after her. This was farther than he had ever dared venture, but he struggled on through the heavy undergrowth. Soon, a fairly wide trail opened, allowing him to quicken his pace. Hen Wen had either stopped running or had outdistanced him. He heard nothing but his own footsteps. He followed the trail for some while, intending to use it as a landmark on the way back, although it twisted and branched off so frequently he was not at all certain in which direction Caer Dallben lay. In the meadow Taran had been flushed and perspiring. Now he shivered in the silence of oaks and elms. The woods here were not thick, but shadows drenched the high tree trunks and the sun broke through only in jagged streaks. A damp green scent filled the air. No bird called; no squirrel chattered. The forest seemed to be holding its breath. Yet there was, beneath the silence, a groaning restlessness and a trembling among the leaves. The branches twisted and grated against each other like broken teeth. The path wavered under Taran's feet, and he felt desperately cold. He flung his arms around himself and moved more quickly to shake off the chill. He was, he realized, running aimlessly; he could not keep his mind on the forks and turns of the path. In which we meet The Horned King. He's the guy on the cover. Taran also gets his first taste of battle - and it doesn't go very well for him. quote:THE SUN HAD already dipped westward when Taran opened his eyes. He was lying on a stretch of turf with a cloak thrown over him. One shoulder smarted painfully. A man knelt beside him. Nearby, a white horse cropped the grass. Still dazed, fearful the riders had overtaken him, Taran started up. And Gwydion is here! To Taran's surprise, he doesn't look anything like in the stories. But he seems to be at a task - in pursuit of our very smart pig, no less. quote:"You?" cried Taran. "You came this far..." We learn more of Arawn (in that he stays home a lot), the Horned King (he works for Arawn and he's up to no good) and Gwydion (he likes weaving). And Taran, we learn, is an orphan - which explains in some way the fervent wish to be something greater than an Assistant Pig-Keeper.
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# ¿ Apr 26, 2023 14:51 |
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I missed my post yesterday, so here's two chapters to make up for it! Chapter 3: Gurgi quote:BY THE TIME Taran woke, Gwydion had already saddled Melyngar. The cloak Taran had slept in was damp with dew. Every joint ached from his night on the hard ground. With Gwydion's urging, Taran stumbled toward the horse, a white blur in the gray-pink dawn. Gwydion hauled Taran into the saddle behind him, spoke a quiet command, and the white steed moved quickly into the rising mist. Gwydion was seeking the spot where Taran had last seen Hen Wen. But long before they had reached it, he reined up Melyngar and dismounted. As Taran watched, Gwydion knelt and sighted along the turf. And here we learn more of Coll's past and how he came to learn how to use a sword; and the fact that Taran was clearly brought up on tales of Samson, for all his notions of heroism. Also, the comparison of Gwydion to Strider/Aragorn in Selachian's post is pretty apt; when I was a young lad first seeing The Fellowship of the Ring when it came out, I thought Viggo as Aragorn was a pretty good image for Gwydion. I had read the Lord of the Rings before seeing the movie, too, but Tolkien's prose is a lot drier than Alexander's, so I had read the Chronicles a lot more, which made the connection easy to make. quote:"Here," continued Gwydion, "not far from Annuvin, lies Spiral Castle. This, too, Hen Wen would avoid at all cost. It is the abode of Queen Achren, She is as dangerous as Arawn himself; as evil as she is beautiful. But there are secrets concerning Achren which are better left untold. I am sure," Gwydion went on, "Hen Wen will not go toward Annuvin or Spiral Castle. From what little I can see, she has run straight ahead. Quickly now, we shall try to pick up her trail." Gwydion turned Melyngar toward the ridge. As they reached the bottom of the slope, Taran heard the waters of Great Avren rushing like wind in a summer storm. And we meet Gurgi! Gurgi is...well, he's Gurgi. As we'll come to find, nobody in story or out of story is really sure what Gurgi is beyond "a gurgi." The description makes him seem somewhat like a dog in a human body - eager to please 'mighty lords', fearful of harm (mighty smackings and hurtful choppings), and always looking for scraps from the table (crunchings and muchings). To further the Lord of the Rings comparisons, I always thought of Gurgi as a sort of hairy Gollum, but Gurgi is a lot more friendly than Gollum is. I said we wouldn't discuss the movie, but I'll bring it up this once to show you what Gurgi looks like there. Very dog forward, and much too clean - not even a single twig stuck in his fur. One of the covers for Taran Wanderer (book four), with art by Jody Lee, makes him look like this. More in line with the books, very messy and kind of disturbingly human-like. Other than that, there's very little 'official' art of Gurgi, so there's no real consensus on what he looks like, which furthers the mystery of his nature. If you have found any good fan-art of Gurgi, please link it! Chapter 4: The Gwythaints quote:MELYNGAR BORE THEM swiftly through the fringe of trees lining Great Avren's sloping banks. They dismounted and hurried on foot in the direction Gurgi had indicated. Near a jagged rock, Gwydion halted and gave a cry of triumph. In a patch of clay, Hen Wen's tracks showed as plainly as if they had been carved. We learn some more of Arawn's servants. The Gwythaints are some sort of magical eagle creatures, brainwashed by Arawn into his service. And the Cauldron-Born...well, we'll find out more about them later. quote:AFTER MUCH SEARCHING, Gwydion discovered Hen Wen's tracks once more. They led over a barren field, then to a shallow ravine. "Here they stop," he said, frowning. "Even onstony ground there should be some trace, but I can Gwyn is an interesting figure. In Welsh folklore, he is Gwyn Ap Nudd (Gwyn, son of Nudd), a king of the Tylwyth Teg (the Welsh name for the Aes Side/Fair Folk/fairies). He is associated with the Wild Hunt, which is a whole digression in and of itself, with his pack of ghost-dogs, the Cŵn Annwn, or 'hounds of Annwn', which is the name for the Tylwyth Teg's land. To hear the baying of the hounds was an omen impeding death, but Gwyn himself is not so much an evil figure as much as he is a psychopomp; a creature that guides souls to the afterlive. In some tales, he is even a hero, and there's some tales of him being part of King Arthur's retinue. In the Chronicles, Gwyn is used as the leader of the Wild Hunt (though it is not named so); 'where he rides, slaughter follows' - a distant, looming threat. The description of the hunting horn invoking feelings of grief is one in particular that I love. quote:A whinny from Melyngar broke Taran's sleep. As Gwydion rose and went to her, Taran glimpsed a shadow dart behind a bush. He sat up quickly. Gwydion's back was turned. In the bright moonlight the shadow moved again. Choking back his fear, Taran leaped to his feet and plunged into the undergrowth. Thorns tore at him. He landed on something that grappled frantically. He lashed out, seized what felt like someone's head, and an unmistakable odor of wet wolfhound assailed his nose. Gurgi returns - and we find out what the Horned King is up to. He's gathering an army to march under Arawn's banner, to crush the Sons of Don on their home turf. And some of them have spotted our heroes!
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# ¿ Apr 30, 2023 18:58 |
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Chapter 5: The Broken Swordquote:GURGI RAN OFF, yelping in terror. Gwydion was at Taran's side as the first rider bore down on them. With a quick gesture, Gwydion thrust a hand into his jacket and pulled out the net of grass. Suddenly the withered wisps grew larger, longer, shimmering and crackling, nearly blinding Taran with streaks of liquid flame. The rider raised his sword. With a shout, Gwydion hurled the dazzling mesh into the warrior's face. Shrieking, the rider dropped his sword and grappled the air. He tumbled from his saddle while the mesh spread over his body and clung to him like an enormous spiderweb. Gwydion dragged the stupefied Taran to an ash tree and from his belt drew the hunting knife which he thrust in Taran's hand. "This is the only weapon I can spare," he cried. "Use it as well as you can." We see a little more of Gwydion's skills - in addition to being an accomplished warrior, he also has some magic at his command! Alas, it is not enough to fend off the Cauldron-Born, that were first mentioned last chapter. They're...zombies, of a sort, as we see here, able to shrug off mortal wounds pretty easily. Very spooky. quote:THE PARTY RODE LONG without a halt. Fording the shallow River Ystrad, the Cauldron-Born pressed tightly on either side of the captives. Taran dared once again to speak to Gwydion, but the lash cut his words short. Taran's throat was parched, waves of dizziness threatened to drown him. He could not be sure how long they had ridden, for he lapsed often into feverish dreams. Our heroes are captured by Achren - another enchanter, on the side of the bad guys this time. Taran's easily impressed - and once again his preconceptions are almost his ruin - but Gwydion's having none of it, and she doesn't like that quite so much. I love Achren as a character, for reasons we'll see later, but for now, she's a clear and present danger to our heroes - and particularly Gwydion, as she doesn't seem to have a very high opinion of Assistant Pig-Keepers.
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# ¿ May 3, 2023 14:55 |
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Chapter 6: Eilonwyquote:TARAN CAME TO HIS SENSES on a pile of dirty straw, which smelled as though Gurgi and all his ancestors had slept on it. A few feet above him, pale yellow sunlight shone through a grating; the feeble beam ended abruptly on a wall of rough, damp stone. The shadows of bars lay across the tiny patch of light; instead of brightening the cell, the wan rays made it appear only more grim and closed in. As Taran's eyes grew accustomed to this yellow twilight, he made out a heavy, studded portal with a slot at the base. The cell itself was not over three paces square. His head ached; since his hands were still bound behind him, he could do no more than guess at the large and throbbing lump. What had happened to Gwydion he dared not imagine. After the Cauldron warrior had struck him, Taran had regained consciousness only a few moments before slipping once again into whirling darkness. In that brief time, he vaguely remembered opening his eyes and finding himself slung over a guard's back. His confused recollection included a dim corridor with doors on either side. Gwydion had called out to him once--- or so Taran believed--- he could not recall his friend's words, perhaps even that had been part of the nightmare. He supposed Gwydion had been cast in another dungeon; Taran fervently hoped so. I decided to leave this chapter without any interruptions. We meet Eilonwy! And she's immediately gone off in search of Gwydion, and to free him - and Melyngar - from Achren's clutches, while Taran has to wait and hope that she actually manages to do so. She also has a magic bauble that gives off light - an enchantress in training, though one has to wonder who thought Achren would've been a good teacher - and a motormouth of outstanding endurance.
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# ¿ May 6, 2023 15:27 |
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Chapter 7: The Trapquote:FROM THE CORRIDOR, a faint sound grew louder. Taran hastened to press his ear against the slot in the portal. He heard the heavy tread of marching feet, the rattle of weapons. He straightened and stood with his back to the wall. The girl had betrayed him. He cast about for some means to defend himself, for he had determined they would not take him easily. For the sake of having something in his hands, Taran picked up the dirty straw and held it ready to fling; it was a pitiable defense, and he wished desperately for Gwydion's power to set it ablaze. The footsteps continued. He feared, then, they would enter the other cell. He breathed a sigh of relief when they did not stop but faded away toward what he imagined to be the far end of the corridor. Perhaps the guard was being changed. He turned away, certain Eilonwy would not be back, and furious with her and her false promises. She was a rattlebrained fool who would undoubtedly giggle and take it as a great joke when the Cauldron-Born came for him. He buried his face in his hands. He could hear her chatter even now. Taran started up again. The voice he heard was real. We learn some more about Eilonwy - despite being young, and rather talkative and prone to trains of thought that are more like derailments, she's clearly smart and capable. But, unfortunately, Taran just can't keep up. quote:He called as loudly as he dared. After a few moments he heard a scraping above him and saw the faint reflection of the golden ball. Taran is once again quick to judge - although, perhaps not entirely unreasonably here. After all, falling down a crevice that's not a crevice when you're trying to escape from an evil enchantress' castle is kind of a bummer. But Eilonwy seems to think there's still a way out.
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# ¿ May 10, 2023 16:32 |
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Chapter 8: The Barrowquote:AS EILONWY HAD SAID, the passageway was more comfortable, for they could walk side by side without crouching and scuttling like rabbits in a warren. Unlike those of the upper galleries, the walls were lined with huge, flat stones; the ceiling was formed of even larger stones, whose weight was supported by upright slabs set at intervals along the square corridor. The air, too, smelled slightly better; musty, as if it had lain unstirred for ages, but without the choking closeness of the tunnels. None of this comforted Taran greatly. Eilonwy herself admitted she had never explored the passage; her blithe confidence did not convince him she had the slightest notion of where she was going. Nevertheless, the girl hurried along, her sandals tapping and echoing, the golden light of the bauble casting its rays through shadows that hung like cobwebs. Nothing like a good bit of grave-robbing. quote:THE TUNNEL WAS the narrowest they had encountered. Flat on his belly, Taran squeezed and fought his way over the loose stones. Behind him, he heard Eilonwy gasping and struggling. Then a new sound began, a distant booming and throbbing. The earth shuddered as the pounding increased. Suddenly the passageway convulsed, the hidden roots of trees sprang up, the ground split beneath Taran, heaving and crumbling. In another instant, he was flung out at the bottom of a rocky slope. Our heroes have escaped Spiral Castle, it's somehow magically exploded, but most importantly, it's Gwydion! quote:The moon swung from behind the clouds. The figure turned. Taran stopped short in the sudden brightness and his jaw dropped. He had never seen this man before. It's...not Gwydion.
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# ¿ May 13, 2023 16:14 |
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Chapter 9: Fflewddur Fflamquote:TARAN'S SWORD LEAPED OUT. The man in the cloak hurriedly dropped Melyngar's bridle and darted behind a tree. Taran swung the blade. Pieces of bark sprayed the air. While the stranger ducked back and forth, Taran slashed and thrust, hacking wildly at bushes and branches. "You're not Gwydion!" he shouted. We meet Fflewddur Fflam! Despite all the double consonants, I'm like 80% sure it's just pronounced "FLEW-dur Flam." And we once again see Taran leaping to conclusions and having to apologize afterwards. Communication is important, kids! quote:AT THE SUMMIT of the hill, the mighty blocks of stone lay as if crushed by a giant fist. Only the square arch of the gate remained upright, gaunt as a bone. In the moonlight, the ruins seemed already ancient. Shreds of mist hung over the shattered tower. Achren had learned of his escape, Taran guessed, for at the moment of the castle's destruction, she had sent out a company of guards.Amid the rubble, their bodies sprawled motionless as the stones. With growing despair, Taran climbed over the ruins. The foundations of the castle had collapsed. The walls had fallen inward. The bard and Eilonwy helped Taran try to shift one or two of the broken rocks, but the work was beyond their strength. At last, the exhausted Taran shook his head. And Gurgi returns. We have our traveling band assembled! But first, it's time for a good night's rest.
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# ¿ May 17, 2023 14:05 |
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Chapter 10: The Sword Dyrnwynquote:IT WAS FULL DAYLIGHT when Taran opened his eyes. Gurgi was already sniffing hungrily at the saddlebag. Taran rose quickly and shared out as much of the remaining provisions as he dared, keeping a small amount in reserve, since he had no idea how difficult it would be to find food during the coming journey. In the course of the restless night, he had reached his decision, though at present he refrained from speaking of it, still unsure he had chosen wisely. For the moment he concentrated on a meager breakfast. Gurgi, sitting crosslegged, devoured his food with so many outcries of pleasure and loud smackings of his lips that he seemed to be eating twice as much as he really did. Fflewddur bolted his scant portion as though he had not enjoyed a meal for at least five days. Eilonwy was more interested in the sword she had taken from the barrow. It lay across her knees and, with a perplexed frown, the tip of her tongue between her lips, the girl was studying the weapon curiously. Well, that's very ominous. Though Taran clearly hasn't read any stories with magical items that carry their own warnings, with how eager he is to get it. quote:"Let me unsheath it," Taran urged again. "There might be more on the blade." We learn some more about Fflewddur! Not only is he a king, but he isn't even a proper bard, and the harp he has seems to be a bit willfull about small things like honesty and truth. quote:"Sire," Taran said, "I ask a boon." The party is joined, and the quest is on! To Caer Dathyl we go.
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# ¿ May 20, 2023 20:11 |
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Chapter 11: Flight Through the Hillsquote:AT FIRST, TARAN OFFERED to let Eilonwy ride Melyngar, but the girl refused."I can walk as well as any of you," she cried, so angrily that Taran made no more of it; he had learned to be wary of the girl's sharp tongue. It was agreed that the white mare would carry the weapons taken from Spiral Castle--- except the sword Dyrnwyn, of which Eilonwy had appointed herself guardian. Very reasonable. quote:THEY DESCENDED to a broad, sun-swept meadow. The morning had turned bright and warm; dew still clung to bending blades of grass. At the head of the travelers strode Fflewddur, stepping out briskly on his long, spindly shanks. The harp jogged on his back; his shabby cloak was rolled over his shoulder. Eilonwy, hair disheveled by the breeze, the great black sword slung behind her, followed next, with Gurgi immediately after. So many new leaves and twigs had stuck in Gurgi's hair that he had begun to look like a walking beaver dam; he loped along, swinging his arms, shaking his head from side to side, moaning and muttering. Holding Melyngar's bridle, Taran marched last in line. Except for the weapons lashed to the horse's saddle, these travelers might have been on a spring ramble. Eilonwy chattered gaily; now and then Fflewddur burst into a snatch of song. Trouble follows close behind - it's only two Cauldron-Born, but Gwydion was outmatched by four of them, and none of the party is anywhere near Gwydion's skill. So fleeing is the only choice. quote:IT HAD BECOME a blind race into darkness, under a moon drowned in heavy clouds. Invisible branches grasped at them or slashed their faces. Eilonwy stumbled once, and Taran pulled her to her feet. The girl faltered again; her head drooped. Taran unstrapped the weapons on Melyngar's saddle, shared out the burden with Fflewddur and Gurgi, and hoisted the protesting Eilonwy to Melyngar's back. She slumped forward, her cheek pressed against the horse's golden mane. Well, they've escaped the Cauldron-Born, but Gurgi's sprained his leg. Things aren't looking good for our heroes.
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# ¿ May 24, 2023 20:05 |
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Chapter 12: The Wolvesquote:FOR A TIME, DURING THE DAY, Taran believed they had at last outdistanced the Cauldron-Born. But, late that afternoon, the warriors reappeared from behind a distant fringe of trees. Against the westering sun, the long shadows of the horsemen reached across the hill slope toward the flatlands where the small troop struggled onward. Women, amirite? But Eilonwy finally reveals she's learned something from Achren after all, even if it doesn't quite work like how she intended it to. And we find one weakness in the Cauldron-Born; like electric cars, they have an action radius. quote:That night, they continued to take turns at standing guard, though much of their fear had lifted since the Cauldron-Born had vanished. Taran's was the last watch before dawn, and he was awake well before Eilonwy's had ended. Despite the good fortune of being closer to Caer Dathyl than intended, Gurgi's in big trouble. No more crunchings and munchings. quote:ALL NEXT DAY, the wolves followed them; sometimes silently, sometimes barking as if in signal to one another. They remained always out of bow shot, but Taran caught sight of the lean, gray shapes flickering in and out of the scrubby trees. If it's not Cauldron-Born, it's an altogether more natural - and just as dangerous - enemy. Our heroes can't quite catch a break.
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# ¿ May 27, 2023 13:59 |
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Chapter 13: The Hidden Valleyquote:THE IMPACT OF THE HEAVY, furry body caught Taran full in the chest, and sent him tumbling. As he fell, he caught a glimpse of Fflewddur. The bard, too, had been borne to earth under the paws of another wolf. Eilonwy still stood, though a third animal crouched in front of her. Taran's hand flew to his sword. The gray wolf seized his arm. The animal's teeth, however, did not sink into his flesh, but held him in an unshakeable grip. At the end of the ravine a huge, robed figure suddenly appeared. Melyngar stood behind him.The man raised his arm and spoke a command. Immediately, the wolf holding Taran relaxed his jaws and drew away, as obediently as a dog. The man strode toward Taran, who scrambled to his feet. So, a few things here, that I saved to the end coz I couldn't find a good break to put commentary in. 1) We meet Medwyn! A sort of Noah figure; however, in the Welsh myth, there is Dwyfan & Dwyfach, who built the ship Nefyd Naf Neifion - you can see the comparison to the name of the shipbuilder Alexander users - who carried a pair of each species to repopulate Britain. What's interesting in comparison to the Welsh myth is that Medwyn is alone here - he has no companion. Or, perhaps, he does, and they are simply not featured in the story. 2) The conversation between Taran and Medwyn concerning Gurgi always reminds me a lot of the conversation Gandalf and Frodo have concerning Gollum, though this one has a decidedly more positive bent. 3) The story of Gwythyr and the Lame Ant is lifted from The Tale of Culhwch and Olwen, which is a story about a hero, Culhwch (or Kilhuch as Alexander anglifies it here), who is destined to marry Olwen, beautiful daughter of the chief of the giants, and in order to do so is given a great number of tasks which he accomplishes by help of his companions, who are bestowed upon him by Arthur - yes, that Arthur.
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# ¿ May 31, 2023 14:24 |
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nine-gear crow posted:Both of those stories were then shoved into an ad hoc sixth Prydain book, The Foundling and Other Tales of Prydain, which hopefully Wahad will cover after the main five books are finished. But we'll see. Unfortunately, at this time I don't yet have a copy of the short story anthology. But since I'll be at this for a little while yet, I'll see about getting one somewhere along the line.
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# ¿ Jun 2, 2023 07:15 |
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Chapter 14: The Black Lakequote:THAT NIGHT MEDWYN prepared a feast for the travelers. The disorder left by the breakfasting bears had been cleared away. The cottage was snug and neat, though even smaller than Caer Dallben. Taran could see that Medwyn was indeed unused to entertaining human visitors, for his table was barely long enough to seat them all; and for chairs he had been obliged to make do with benches and milking stools. Medwyn sat at the head of the table. The fawn had gone to sleep, but the wolves crouched at his feet and grinned happily. On the back of his chair perched a gigantic, golden-plumed eagle, watching every movement with sharp, unblinking eyes. Fflewddur, though still apprehensive, did not allow his fear to affect his appetite. He ate enough for three, without showing the least sign of becoming full. But when he asked for another portion of venison, Medwyn gave a long chuckle and explained to the amazed Fflewddur it was not meat at all but vegetables prepared according to his own recipe. Medwyn, vegan advocate since time immemorial. But the party is on the road again, with a much better feeling Gurgi, to see their journey done. quote:THE FIRST DAY'S MARCH was less difficult than Taran had feared. This time he led the way, for the bard admitted--- after a number of harp strings had snapped--- that he had not been able to keep all Medwyn's directions in his head. They climbed steadily until long after the sun had turned westward; and, though the ground was rough and broken, the path Medwyn had indicated lay dearly before them. Mountain streams, whose water ran cold and clear, made winding lines of sparkling silver as they danced down the slopes into the distant valley lands. The air was bracing, yet with a cold edge which made the travelers grateful for the cloaks Medwyn had given them. At a long cleft protected from the wind, Taran signaled a halt. They had made excellent progress during the day, far more than he had expected, and he saw no reason to exhaust themselves by forcing a march during the night. We hear the harp play for the first time, thanks to another wonderful simile from Eilonwy. quote:DURING THE NIGHT, however, a gale rose, and by morning a drenching rain beat into the cleft. Instead of slackening, the wind gained in force and screamed over the rocks. It beat like a fist against the travelers' shelter, then pried with searching fingers, as if to seize and dash them into the valley. They set out nevertheless, holding their cloaks before their faces. To make matters worse, the path broke off entirely and sheer cliffs loomed ahead of them. The rain stopped, after the travelers had all been soaked to the skin, but now the rocks were slippery and treacherous. Even thesure-footed Melyngar stumbled once, and for a breathless moment Taran feared she would be lost. The mountains swung a half-circle around a lake black and sullen below threatening clouds. Taran halted on an outcropping of stone and pointed toward the hills at the far side of the lake. Well, so much for that. Book's over, everyone drowned.
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# ¿ Jun 3, 2023 15:46 |
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Chapter 15: King Eiddilegquote:DOWN HE SPUN, battling for air, in a flood that broke upon him like a crumbling mountain. Faster and faster the waters bore him along, tossing him right and left. Taran collided with something--- what it was, he could not tell--- but he clung to it even as his strength failed him. There was a crash, as though the earth had split asunder; the water turned to foam, and Taran felt himself dashed against an unyielding wall. He remembered nothing more. Good news, the party didn't drown. Bad news, they've been kidnapped. quote:TARAN BLINKED. With Fflewddur and Eilonwy he stood in the center of a high-vaulted chamber, glittering with lights. Gurgi was nowhere in sight. Their captors were half-a-dozen squat, round, stubby-legged warriors. Axes hung from their belts and each man had a bow and quiver of arrows on his shoulder. The left eye of the short, burly fellow who stood beside Eilonwy was turning greenish-black. We meet Eiddileg, King of the Tylwyth Teg - the welsh version of the Fair Folk / Aes Sídhe of the folklore of the British isles. The Tylwyth Teg are said to have five species, of sorts; the Elves, the Fairies of the Mines (here as dwarves), the household fairies (similar to brownies), the fairies of the lakes (here as the Lake Sprites) and the fairies of the mountains, who are more spooky, like hags. I don't know if Eiddileg is directly lifted from folklore, I couldn't find any information on him, but I love the character Alexander gives him here. quote:"That's something to be thankful for," the King said at last. "The Children of Evening have evidently got together again. Not as good as you might want, but they'll manage somehow." We found Hen Wen, y'all!
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# ¿ Jun 7, 2023 20:14 |
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Chapter 16: Doliquote:TARAN TURNED ACCUSINGLY to King Eiddileg. "You said nothing of Hen Wen." Rejoice, for the pig is still alive. quote:Rolling and waddling on her short legs, Hen Wen followed Taran happily, while the Fair Folk proceeded across the fields to where a stocky figure waited. The captain of the troop announced that this was Doli, the guide Eiddileg had promised. Doli, short and stumpy, almost as broad as he was tall, wore a rust-colored leather jacket and stout, knee-high boots. A round cap covered his head, but not enough to conceal a fringe of flaming red hair. An axe and short sword hung from his belt; and over his shoulder, he wore the stubby bow of the Fair Folk warrior. Taran bowed politely. The dwarf stared at him with a pair of bright red eyes and snorted. Then, to Taran's surprise, Doli took a deep breath and held it until his face turned scarlet and he looked about to burst. After a few moments, the dwarf puffed out his cheeks and snorted again. Pigs. Not the quietest of sleeping companions. Whoda thunk? Also, we meet Doli - who, like Eiddileg, is not the most agreeable fellow, but all his complaining seems to hide a great deal of skill; just like his king. quote:NEXT MORNING they turned their backs on the Eagle Mountains and began heading for what Taran hoped would be Caer Dathyl. As the trees rose more densely around them, Taran turned for a last glimpse of the Eagle itself, tall and serene in the distance. He was grateful their path had not led them over it, but in his heart he hoped one day to return and climb its towers of sun-flecked ice and black stone. Until this journey, he had never seen mountains, but now he understood why Gwydion had spoken longingly of Caer Dathyl. His thought led Taran to wonder again what else Gwydion had expected to learn from Hen Wen. When they halted, he spoke to Fflewddur about it. The gwythaints, you may remember, were Arawn's servants. So finding one can't be good news. To be continued!
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# ¿ Jun 10, 2023 15:25 |
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Chapter 17: The Fledgling.quote:THE GWYTHAINT HUNG like a crumpled black rag, one wing upraised, the other folded awkwardly on its breast. No larger than a raven, it was young and barely out of its first moult; the head seemed a little too big for its body, the feathers thin and quilly. As Taran cautiously approached, the gwythaint fluttered vainly, unable to free itself. The bird opened its curved beak and hissed warningly; but its eyes were dull and half-closed. The companions had followed Taran. As soon as Gurgi saw what it was, he hunched up his shoulders, and with many fearful glances behind him, turned and crept off to a safe distance. Melyngar whinnied nervously. The white pig, undisturbed, sat on her haunches and looked cheerful. Doli, as we see here, is a very skilled craftsman; he just oughta set more achievable goals for himself. quote:Taran lined the bottom of the cage with leaves, gently put the gwythaint inside, and they resumed their march. Doli now led them at a faster pace, to make up for the time they had lost. He tramped steadily down the hill slopes without even turning to see whether Taran and the others were able to keep up with him. The speed of their pace, Taran realized, served little purpose, since they were obliged to halt more frequently. But he did not deem it wise to mention this to the dwarf. Throughout the day the gwythaint steadily improved. At each halt, Taran fed the bird and applied the medicines. Gurgi was still too terrified to come near; Taran alone dared handle the creature. When Fflewddur, endeavoring to make friends, put his finger into the cage, the gwythaint roused and slashed at him with its beak. Welp, so much for that bird business. But what's worse, they've run into the Horned King's army once again. quote:The giant figure towered above the men-atarms, who galloped behind him. The curving antlers rose like eager claws. As Taran watched, terrified but unable to turn away, the Horned King's head swung slowly in the direction of the heights. Taran pressed flat against the earth. Arawn's champion, he was sure, could not see him; it was only a trick of his mind, a mirror of his own fear, but it seemed the Horned King's eyes sought him out and thrust like daggers at his heart. Close to the end now...but we're not there yet! A final hurdle to cross for our adventuring party. And they've lost Hen-Wen again, so there's that. As a little note of administration: there's three chapters left to go in this book, and I will be unable to post on saturday, so I will post them all on sunday, because I think they read best in succession as the climax and denouement.
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# ¿ Jun 14, 2023 20:43 |
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Chapter 18: The Flame of Dyrnwynquote:NO SOONER HAD THE NOTES of Gwyn's horn sunk into the hills than Taran started, as though waking from a fearful dream. Hoofbeats drummed across the meadow. Evil has won. Our party has not reached Caer Dathyl in time, despite everything they've tried. quote:WHILE THE DWARF surveyed the marching columns, Fflewddur strode forward. "There is one thing we can do," he cried. "Caer Dathyl lies straight ahead. Let us go on, and make our last stand there." The...end? ---- Chapter 19: The Secret quote:SUNLIGHT STREAMED THROUGH the high window of a chamber pleasantly cool and fragrant. Taran blinked and tried to lift himself from the low, narrow couch. His head spun; his arm, swathed in white linen, throbbed painfully. Dry rushes covered the floor; the bright rays turned them yellow as wheat. Beside the couch, a white, sun-dappled shape stirred and rose up. Gwydion's alive! And...Fflewddur's kind of a badass, it seems, even if he was a fearful one. quote:The authority of the warrior's bearing made Taran drop to one knee. "Lord Gwydion," he murmured. Gwydion's explanation of his time in Oeth-Anoeth reminds me a bit of Gandalf's explanation of his return as The White. "Darkness took me. And I strayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead and everyday was as long as a life-age of the earth. But it was not the end. I felt life in me again. I've been sent back until my task is done." And, in a similar way, where we thought Gwydion had perished, he has now returned to the heroes, stronger than before, to save them in a crucial moment. With a little help from some animal friends. Hen-Wen is no Shadowfax, but she's much more personable. quote:A FEW DAYS AFTERWARDS, when Taran had regained strength enough to walk unaided, Gwydion accompanied him through Caer Dathyl. Standing high on a hill, the fortress alone was big enough to hold several Caer Dallbens. Taran saw armorers' shops, stables for the steeds of warrior, breweries, weaving rooms. Cottages clustered in the valleys below, and clear streams ran golden in the sunlight. Later, Gwydion summoned all the companions to the great hall of Caer Dathyl, and there, amid banners and hedges of spears, they received the gratitude of King Math Son of Mathonwy, ruler of the House of Don. The white-bearded monarch, who looked as old as Dallben and as testy, was even more talkative than Eilonwy. But when at last he had finished one of the longest speeches Taran had ever heard, the companions bowed, and a guard of honor bore King Math from the hall on a litter draped with cloth of gold. As Taran and his friends were about to take their leave, Gwydion called to them. Rewards are given. The quest is done. Time to go home. ---- Chapter 20: Welcomes quote:THE JOURNEY TO CAER DALLBEN was swift and unhindered, for the lords of the southern cantrevs, their power broken, had slunk back each to his own tribe throne. Taran and his companions, with Gwydion himself leading, rode south through the valley of Ystrad. Eilonwy, who had heard so much of Taran's talk of Coll and Dallben, would not be denied a visit, and she, too, rode with them. Gwydion had given each of the companions a handsome steed; to Taran he had given the finest: the gray, silver-maned stallion, Melynlas, of the lineage of Melyngar and as swift. Hen Wen rode triumphantly on a horse-litter, looking intensely pleased with herself. "Hwoinch", indeed. Thus we come to the end of the first book of the Chronicles, the Book of Three! Nobody died (despite Taran's repeated attempts at self-sacrifice), adventure was had, and Taran has learned that being a hero is perhaps rather nothing at all like it is in the tales as he imagined; but he has learned a thing or two besides that, too; that no hero stands alone, and that good people working together can triumph anywhere. Next Wednesday, we'll move on to chapter one of book 2: The Black Cauldron.
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# ¿ Jun 18, 2023 20:08 |
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BOOK 2 - The Black Cauldron The second book of five in the series, The Black Cauldron was first published in 1965 and received a Newbery Honor in 1966 for being the runner-up to the year's "most distinguished contribution to American literature for children". Readers may perhaps recognize the title as that of the Disney movie - parts of the book were mashed together with the Book of Three. And while the Book of Three already had some dark tidings, they were mostly distant for our Assistant Pig-Keeper. In the Black Cauldron, the darkness will be quite a bit more personal, as we shall soon see; Alexander touches on this in the Author's Note, as well. quote:If a darker thread runs through the high spirits, it is because the happenings are of serious import not only to the Land of Prydain but to Taran, the Assistant Pig-Keeper, himself. Although an imaginary world, Prydain is essentially not too different from our real one, where humor and heartbreak, joy and sadness are closely interwoven. The choices and decisions that face a frequently baffled Assistant Pig-Keeper are no easier than the ones we ourselves must make. Even in a fantasy realm, growing up is accomplished not without cost. So without further ado, let's get on with it! Chapter 1: The Council at Caer Dallben quote:AUTUMN HAD COME too swiftly. In the northernmost realms of Prydain many trees were already leafless, and among the branches clung the ragged shapes of empty nests. To the south, across the river Great Avren, the hills shielded Caer Dallben from the winds, but even here the little farm was drawing in on itself. For Taran, the summer was ending before it had begun. That morning Dallben had given him the task of washing the oracular pig. Had the old enchanter ordered him to capture a full-grown gwythaint, Taran would gladly have set out after one of the vicious winged creatures. As it was, he filled the bucket at the well and trudged reluctantly to Hen Wen's enclosure. The white pig, usually eager for a bath, now squealed nervously and rolled on her back in the mud. Busy struggling to raise Hen Wen to her feet, Taran did not notice the horseman until he had reined up at the pen. Our first introduction to Ellidyr, Prince of Pen-Llarcau, is none too gentle. He's kind of a jerk, really. But hey, Gwydion's here! The gang's getting back together! quote:AS GWYDION HAD foretold, the rest of the morning brought many new arrivals. A company of horsemen soon appeared and began to make camp in the stubble field beyond the orchard. The warriors, Taran saw, were armed for battle. His heart leaped. Surely this, too, had to do with Gwydion's council. His head spun with questions and he hurried toward the field. He had not gone halfway when he stopped short in great surprise. Two familiar figures were riding upthe pathway. Taran raced to meet them. Adaon is the son of Taliesin, the 'chief bard' in Prydain. And while Adaon himself may not have a counterpart, the name Taliesin is very much known in the context of Welsh folklore; it is thanks to The Book of Taliesin that some of the oldest poems in Welsh have survived to this day. And Doli, as usual, is none too pleased to be around - not even with his powers of invisibility. quote:SOON AFTER MIDDAY, when all had refreshed themselves, Coll summoned them to Dallben's chamber. There, a long table had been placed, with seats on either side. Taran noticed the enchanter had even made some attempt at straightening up the disorder of ancient volumes crowding the room. The Book of Three, the heavy tome filled with Dallben's deepest secrets, had been set carefully at the top of a shelf. Taran glanced up at it, almost fearfully, sure that it held far more than Dallben ever chose to reveal. Lots of new faces in this introduction; and Gwydion reveals to us the purpose of the book; to destroy the Black Cauldron. Exciting!
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# ¿ Jun 22, 2023 05:34 |
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Chapter 2: The Naming of the Tasksquote:TARAN STARTED from his chair. The chamber was utterly silent. King Smoit, about to say something, remained openmouthed. Only King Morgant showed no sign of amazement; he sat motionless, eyeshooded, a curious expression on his face. And so the plan is drawn. Coll, you may remember from the first novel, once saved Hen-Wen from Arawn's clutches; him being the one to reveal the existence of the backdoor in this case is a neat little call-back to that. quote:As the company began leaving the chamber, Taran stepped beside Ellidyr and held out his hand. "In this task we must not be enemies." Ellidyr continues to be a jerk - but, more importantly, Taran has a new sword! And one that won't put him in the infirmary for drawing it. quote:EILONWY WAS PUTTING AWAY earthen bowls and dishes when Taran hurried into the scullery. "Look!" he cried. "Dallben gave me this! Gird it on me--- I mean, if you please. Say you will. I want you to be the one to do it." Hell hath no fury like an Eilonwy in a scullery.
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# ¿ Jun 24, 2023 17:48 |
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Chapter 3: Adaonquote:AT FIRST LIGHT the warriors made ready to depart. Taran hurriedly saddled the gray, silver-maned Melynlas, colt of Gwydion's own steed Melyngar. Gurgi, miserable as a wet owl at being left behind, helped load the saddlebags. Dallben had changed his mind about not seeing anyone and stood silent and thoughtful in the cottage doorway, with Eilonwy beside him. Pay attention, readers; this one's important. quote:"Spare me from pig-boys and dreamers!" Ellidyr retorted, and with a shout urged Islimach farther up the column. Adaon may not be a true bard, but he sure seems to have the skills. And he's going to be married! Lucky guy. quote:NEXT DAY THE COMPANIONS crossed the River Ystrad and began bearing northward. With much loud grumbling at being kept from the quest, King Smoit obeyed Gwydion and turned away from the column, riding toward Caer Cadarn to ready his warriors. Later, the pace of the column slowed as the pleasant meadows wrinkled into hills. Shortly after midday the horsemen entered the Forest of Idris. Here, the brown, withered grasses were sharp as thorns. Once familiar oaks and alders appeared strange to Taran; their dead leaves clung to the tangled branches and the black trunks jutted like charred bones.At length the forest broke away to reveal sheer faces of jagged cliffs. Gwydion signaled the company forward. Taran's throat tightened. For a cold instant he shrank from urging Melynlas up the stony slope. He knew, without a word from Gwydion, that the Dark Gate of Annuvin was not far distant. Narrow trails rising above deep gorges now forced the company to go in single file. Taran, Adaon, and Ellidyr had been jogging at the end of the column, but Ellidyr kicked his heels against Islimach's flanks and thrust his way past Taran. Ellidyr continues to be a prick; Taran continues to lust for battle to prove himself. Water is wet. More news at 11. quote:THROUHGOUT THE DAY the company went with greatest caution, for flights of gwythaints, Arawn's fearsome messenger birds, were now seen against the clouds. Shortly before dusk, the trail led downward toward a shallow basin set with scrub and pines. There, Gwydion halted. Ahead rose the baleful crags of Dark Gate, its twin slopesblazing crimson in the dying sun. Thus far the company had encountered no Cauldron-Born. Taran deemed this lucky, but Gwydion frowned uneasily. We are introduced - if only by word - to the Huntsmen, the other magical warriors of Annuvin. Not quite as unstoppable as the Cauldron-Born, perhaps; but without their action range, too. quote:Restless, Taran could barely force himself to close his eyes. When he did, it was in light, uneasy slumber. He woke with a start, groping for his sword. Adaon, already awake, cautioned him to silence. The moon rode high, cold and glittering. The warriors of King Morgant's train moved like shadows. There was a faint jingle of harness, the whisper of a blade drawn from its sheath. Doli, having turned himself invisible, had departed toward Dark Gate. Taran found the bard strapping his beloved harp more securely to his shoulders. Dreams are powerful things, but often easily misinterpreted. Guess we'll see if Adaon's thoughts will turn out to be true.
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# ¿ Jun 28, 2023 17:27 |
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Chapter 4: In the Shadow of Dark Gatequote:THE NIGHT PASSED HEAVILY, and it was nearly time for Ellidyr's turn at guard, when Taran heard a rustling in the shrub. He raised his head abruptly. The sound stopped. He was unsure now that he had really heard it. He held his breath and waited, poised and tense. Adaon, whose ears were as keen as his eyes, had also noticed it and was at Taran's side in an instant. There was, it seemed to Taran, a flicker of light. A branch cracked nearby. With a shout, Taran swung up his blade and leaped toward it. A golden beam flashed in his eyes and a squeal of indignation struck his ears. It's Eilonwy and Gurgi! Guess they got tired of being left behind. quote:Before Eilonwy could finish, Ellidyr gave a shout of warning. A horse and rider plunged into the grove. It was Fflewddur. Behind him galloped Doli's shaggy pony. Breathless, and with his yellow hair pointing in all directions, the bard flung himself from the steed and ran to Adaon. Well, the plan has gone awry, despite the sneaking contingent's best efforts. But it seems they haven't left Annuvin entirely unnoticed.
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# ¿ Jul 1, 2023 15:55 |
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Chapter 5: The Huntsmen of Annuvinquote:THE PACK HORSES SHRIEKED in terror. Melynlas reared, as arrows rattled among the branches. Fflewddur, sword in hand, spun his mount and plunged against the attackers. Who's stronger, one invisible dwarf or ten magic-bonded jerks? quote:Adaon took this moment to plunge forward. He seized Gurgi and hoisted him to Lluagor's back. "Follow me!" Adaon shouted. Our party has managed to escape for now - but while Ellidyr remains a jerk, at least he's still firmly on the side of the good guys. quote:They set out once again, moving deeper into the forest, as rapidly as their strength allowed. The day had turned heavy with dampness and chill. The sun was feeble, wrapped in ragged gray clouds. Their progress slowed in the tangle of underbrush and the wet leaves mired the struggling animals. Doli, who had been bent over his saddle, straightened abruptly. He looked sharply around him. Whatever he saw caused him to be strangely elated. Another Fair Folk encounter! Though, if we can believe Doli, whoever's here is not doing a very good job of 'it', whatever 'it' is.
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# ¿ Jul 5, 2023 16:24 |
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Chapter 6 - Gwystylquote:DOLI HURRIEDLY PUSHED Eilonwy aside and ducked his head back into the tree trunk. He began shouting again, but the dead wood so muffled the sound that Taran could distinguish nothing of the conversation, which consisted mainly of long outbursts from the dwarf followed by brief and reluctant answers. At length Doli straightened up and beckoned the others to follow. He set off at a great rate directly across the woodland, and after little more than a hundred paces, he jumped down a jutting bank. Taran, leading the dwarfs pony as well as Melynlas, hastened to join him. Adaon, Ellidyr, and the bard turned their mounts rapidly and were soon behind them. The bank was so steeply inclined and overgrown that the horses could barely keep their footing. They stepped delicately among the brambles and exposed rocks. Islimach tossed her mane and whinnied nervously. The bard's mount came near to falling onto her haunches, and even Melynlas snorted a protest against the difficult slope. By the time Taran reached a shelf of level ground, Doli had run to the protected face of the embankment and was fuming impatiently before a huge tangle of thorn bushes. To Taran's amazement the brambles began to shudder as though being pushed from inside; then, with much scraping and snapping of twigs, the whole mass opened a crack. We meet Gwystyl! Like his fellow Fair Folk, he's a complainer; but rather than the angry complaining of the dwarves, he seems to be more of the woe-is-me sort. Maybe it's species related? quote:Choking and sighing to himself, Gwystyl then led the companions through a damp smelling passageway. On one side, Taran noticed, an alcove had been hollowed out; it was filled with roots, lichens, and mushrooms--- the food stock, he guessed, of the melancholy inhabitant. Water dripped from the dirt roof or ran in rivulets down the wall. An odor of loam and dead leaves hung in the corridor. Farther on, the passage opened into a round chamber. Here, a small fire of sod flickered on a tiny, ash-laden hearth, and gave out frequent puffs of sharp, nose-tingling smoke. A disorderly pallet of straw lay nearby. There was a broken table, two stools; and a vast number of bunches of herbs hung against the wall drying. Some attempt had been made to smooth the sides of the wall itself, but here and there the twisting fingers of roots poked through. Though the chamber was intensely hot and stuffy, Gwystyl shuddered and pulled his robe closer about his shoulders. And a much more pleasurable companion, Kaw! quote:"Kaw!" exclaimed Fflewddur, who had been watching with interest. "Excellent! How clever! I should never have thought of giving it a name like that." He nodded in pleasure and approval. While Taran smoothed the feathers of the delighted crow, Adaon set about examining Ellidyr's wound. From a small wallet at his belt, he drew out a handful of dried herbs, which he ground into a powder. He...knows?
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# ¿ Jul 8, 2023 13:03 |
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Chapter 7: Kawquote:TARAN STOPPED SHORT. "You know that?" he asked in surprise. "Then why didn't you..." Too bad. quote:The crow, who had been watching all this activity, turned a beady glance on his owner and flapped his wings with such vigor that Gurgi roused himself in alarm. A spooky marsh, you say? Well, wouldn't be an adventure series without one. quote:"You should pay attention to Doli," interrupted Eilonwy, turning impatiently to Taran. "I don't see how you can even think about getting the cauldron away from whoever has it--- and not even knowing whatever has it. Besides," Eilonwy went on, "Gwydion ordered us to meet him at Caer Cadarn, and if my memory hasn't got holes in it from all the nonsense I've been hearing, he didn't say a word about going off in the opposite direction." Off to the Marshes of Morva we go! Adaon seems to know more than he's letting on, too - though whether that is in Taran's favor remains to be seen.
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# ¿ Jul 12, 2023 17:19 |
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Chapter 8: A Stone in the Shoequote:OUTSIDE THE WAY POST, night had already fallen; the sky was clear once more, but the chill had deepened. Adaon and Fflewddur held a hurried council on which path to follow, and agreed the company should ride westward until dawn, conceal themselves and sleep, then turn due south. As before, Eilonwy shared Melynlas with Taran, and Gurgi clung to the back of Lluagor. Fflewddur had offered to lead the way, claiming he had never been lost and could find the Marshes with his eyes shut; after two harp strings had snapped, he reconsidered and gave up his position to Adaon. Doli, still muttering angrily about his buzzing ears, rode last, as rear guard, although he flatly refused to make himself invisible no matter what the circumstances. Ellidyr had spoken to no one since leaving the melancholy Gwystyl, and Taran had seen the cold rage in his eyes after the companions' decision to press on to the Marshes of Morva. Ellidyr remains a jerk, despite Taran's best efforts to extend an olive branch. Adaon remains a cryptic dreamer. But at least they have a rest, now. quote:The sun was high when he opened his eyes. He sat up with a start, realizing his turn at guard had almost passed. Around him, the companions still slept. Uh oh.
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# ¿ Jul 15, 2023 14:46 |
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Chapter 9: The Broochquote:FFLEWDDUR'S HORSE REARED as the Huntsmen turned their attack against him. The death of one of their band had roused the enemy to even greater violence and frenzy. Farewell. quote:WHEN THEIR GRIEF ABATED a little, the companions hollowed out a grave, lining it with flat stones. Wrapping him in his cloak, they lowered Adaon into the earth and laid the turf gently over him, while Lluagor whinnied plaintively and pawed the dry ground. Then they raised a mound of boulders. In a sheltered corner of the glade, Eilonwy found handfuls of small flowers still untouched by the frost. These she scattered on the grave, where they fell among the crevices and seemed to spring from the rocks themselves. They remained there silently until nightfall, without a sign of Fflewddur or Doli. So we've lost a dreamer, but it turns out his clasp is still a guiding sign - if you learn how to interpret dreams and sudden knowledge you didn't knew you had, of course.
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# ¿ Jul 19, 2023 17:53 |
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Chapter 10: The Marshes of Morva.quote:FROM THE MOMENT the marsh bird appeared, Taran led the companions swiftly, following without hesitation a path which now seemed clear. He felt the powerful muscles of Melynlas moving beneath him, and guided the steed with unaccustomed skill. The stallion responded to this new touch on the reins with mighty bursts of speed, so much so that Lluagor could barely keep pace. Fflewddur shouted for Taran to halt a bit and let them all catch their breath. Gurgi, looking like a windblown haystack, gratefully clambered down, and even Eilonwy gave a sigh of relief. The secret of the clasp revealed! Well, sort of. quote:Taran, who had been thoughtfully fingering the clasp, stopped and looked about him uneasily. "Hurry," he said, "we must leave here at once." And the dreams go on. If we're to believe them to be portents of things to come - as we did with Adaon - this book won't have a happy ending, friends. quote:Shortly after midday they reached the Marshes of Morva. Taran had sensed them long before, as the ground had begun to turn spongy and treacherous under the hooves of Melynlas. He had seen more marsh birds and had heard, far in the distance, the weird and lonely voice of a loon. Ropes of fog, twisting and creeping like white serpents, had begun to rise from the reeking ground. Now the companions halted, and stood in silence at a narrow neck of the swamp. From there, the Marshes of Morva stretched westward to the horizon. Here, huge growths of thorny furze rose up. At the far side, Taran distinguished meager clumps of wasted trees. Under the gray sky, pools of stagnant water flickered among dead grasses and broken reeds. A scent of ancient decay choked his nostrils. A ceaseless thrumming and groaning trembled in the air. Gurgi's eyes were round with terror, and the bard shifted uneasily on Lluagor. I don't think I'd like that very much at all!
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# ¿ Jul 22, 2023 18:25 |
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Chapter 11: The Cottagequote:TARAN SPUN AROUND and raised his sword. Suddenly in his hand writhed a cold serpent, hissing and twisting to strike. With a cry of horror he flung it away. The serpent fell to the ground, and there, in its place, lay Taran's blade. Eilonwy stifled a scream. Taran drew back fearfully. Facing him was a short and rather plump little woman with a round, lumpy face and a pair of very sharp black eyes. Her hair hung like a clump of discolored marsh weeds, bound with vines and ornamented with bejeweled pins that seemed about to lose themselves in the hopeless tangle. She wore a dark, shapeless, ungirt robe covered with patches and stains. Her feet were bare and exceptionally large. The companions drew closer together. Gurgi, trembling violently, crouched behind Taran. The bard, looking pale and uneasy, nevertheless prepared to stand his ground. Our troop has found some of my favorite characters in this entire series. Orddu, Orwen, and Orgoch are amazing, even if they have a terrible inclination to turn people into toads. quote:The bard's face was filled with alarm. "Much good it may do us," he said. "By the time they're through, I don't think we're going to care about the cauldron or anything else. I've never danced in a dew circle," he continued under his breath. "In different circumstances I might enjoy it. But not now," he added with a shudder. Little Dallben?
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# ¿ Jul 26, 2023 17:54 |
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The idea of three witches/wisewomen or even a triple goddess is nothing new. The Norns, the Three Witches of MacBeth, The Greek Fates, etc. I don't know if the rotating identities has a particular basis in folklore though, but agreed that it is really cool.
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# ¿ Jul 27, 2023 20:35 |
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Chapter 12: Little Dallbenquote:TARAN'S JAW DROPPED. Before he could answer, the enchantresses had crowded around the companions and were leading them to the cottage. In wonder, he turned to Fflewddur, who looked less pale now that Orddu had stopped speaking of toads. Well, I suppose a potion of wisdom is as good a wizard origin as any. Doesn't quite have the same vibe to it as years of study, but we'll let it slide. quote:"Then I beg you to help us carry out his wishes and the wishes of Gwydion Prince of Don," Taran went on. He explained what had taken place at the council, what they had learned at Dark Gate and from Gwystyl. He spoke of the urgency of bringing the cauldron to Caer Dallben, and asked, too, whether the enchantresses had seen Ellidyr. Well, the gang tried. So much for recovering the black cauldron.
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# ¿ Jul 29, 2023 20:39 |
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Chapter 13: The Planquote:THE DOOR SLAMMED SHUT behind them and once again the companions found themselves outside the cottage. Dun dun dunnn.... quote:IN THE SHED the companions tried to sleep, knowing the night to come would be one of hard and dangerous labor. Fflewddur and Gurgi dozed briefly; Eilonwy huddled in her cloak with some straw piled around her. Taran was too restless and uneasy even to close his eyes. He sat silently, in his hands a long coil of rope he had taken from what little gear remained to the companions. They had decided to sling the cauldron between the two horses and make their way from the Marshes into the safe shelter of the forest, where they would destroy the Crochan. No sign of life came from the cottage. At nightfall, however, a candle suddenly glowed in the window. Taran rose quietly and moved stealthily out of the shed. Clinging to the shadows, he made his way to the low building and peered in. For a moment he stood there, amazed, unable to move. Then he turned and raced back to the others as quickly as he could. The party does not, in fact, even lift.
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# ¿ Aug 2, 2023 18:43 |
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Chapter 14: The Pricequote:ORDDU, BLINKING SLEEPILY and looking more disheveled than ever, stepped inside the chicken roost. Behind her followed the other two enchantresses, also in flapping night robes, their hair unbound and falling about their shoulders in a mass of snarls and tangles. They had again taken the shapes of crones, in no way resembling the maidens Taran had spied through the window. Orddu raised a sputtering candle above her head and peered at the companions. Good news, everyone! quote:"You'll let us take it?" cried Taran. "After all you've done?" The Weird Sisters certainly are shrewd negotiators. Makes you wonder what they made Arawn pay for borrowing the cauldron.
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# ¿ Aug 5, 2023 18:40 |
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Chapter 15: The Black Cauldron Title drop! quote:FAREWELL, MY OWLETS," Orddu said, turning toward the cottage. "Unfortunate you couldn't strike a bargain with us. But that, too, is the way things are. Flutter home to your nest, and give all our love to little Dallben." And so we learn the truth of the Black Cauldron; and a bitter truth it is. quote:"When Orddu and her friends say farewell," remarked the bard, "they mean it. I doubt we shall see them again." He brightened. "And that's the most cheerful piece of news I've had this morning." And we have come to the part where Taran has learned another lesson. That with great power comes great responsibility - but not necessarily great happiness.
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# ¿ Aug 9, 2023 15:49 |
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Chapter 16: The Riverquote:HIS NIGHT'S SLEEP refreshed Taran but little and hardly blunted the edge of his weariness. Nevertheless, at dawn he roused the companions and with much effort they began roping the Crochan to Lluagor and Melynlas. When they finished, Taran glanced around him uneasily. I like the implication here that the Cochran isn't just used for evil but actively exudes evil around it - or at least misfortune. quote:SLOWLY, STRUGGLING under the cruel weight, the companions brought the Crochan to the riverbank. While Gurgi, leading the horses, cautiously set one foot, then the other, into the stream, Taran and the bard shouldered the sling. Eilonwy followed beside them to steady the swaying cauldron. The icy water slashed at Taran's legs like a knife. He dug his heels into the river bed, seeking a firmer foothold. He plunged deeper; behind him, the straining, grunting Fflewddur did his best to avoid dropping his end of the sling. The chill of the river took Taran's breath away. His head spun, the branches nearly slipped from his numb fingers. For one moment of terror he felt himself falling. His foot found a rock and he braced himself on it. The vines creaked and tensed as the weight of the cauldron shifted. The companions were in midstream now and the water rose only to their waists. Taran raised his streaming face. The opposite bank was not far; the ground appeared smoother, the forest not as dense. Friend or foe? Guess we'll find out next chapter.
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# ¿ Aug 12, 2023 20:04 |
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Sorry everyone. I should note I'm not, in fact, dead, or ill or anything of the sort, but real life did get in the way a bit. Chapters return on Wednesday.
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# ¿ Aug 28, 2023 21:21 |
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We're back! And to make up for lost time, two chapters today. Chapter 17: The Choice quote:IT WAS ELLIDYR. With Islimach following, he strode to the riverbank. Dry mud caked his tawny hair and grimed his face. His cheeks and hands had been cruelly slashed; his bloodstained jacket was half ripped from his shoulders, and he wore no cloak. Dark-ringed, his eyes glittered feverishly. Ellidyr halted before the speechless companions, threw back his head, and glanced scornfully at them. And here we come to Ellidyr's raison d'etre. He's always lost before. He was the youngest son, so he would only ever be prince. His family has lost everything material so all he has left is his honor, his name and his horse. He needs this win. Badly. quote:"Do you think," Taran said, "I care nothing for mine?" So. It's foe, after all. Chapter 18: The Loss quote:IT WAS NIGHT when Taran came to his senses. He found himself propped against a log, a cloak wrapped around him. His head throbbed; his body ached. Eilonwy was bending over him anxiously. Taran blinked his eyes and tried to sit up. For some moments his memory held only a mingling of sights and sounds, of rushing water, a stone, a shout; his head still whirled. A yellow light shone in his eyes. He realized, as his mind gradually cleared, that the girl had lit the golden sphere and had set it on the log. Beside him, a small fire blazed. Crouched next to it, the bard and Gurgi fed twigs to the flames. Hen-Wen's a pretty honorable pig, it's true. quote:THE COMPANIONS PASSED the night in the forest and next morning turned southward across gentler land. They saw neither Huntsmen nor gwythaints, and they made little attempt at concealment; for, as the bard had said, the forces of Arawn sought the Crochan and not a pitiful band of stragglers. Unburdened, they moved more easily, though without Lluagor and Melynlas their pace on foot was slow and painful. Taran trudged silently, his head bowed against the bitter wind. Dead leaves drove against his face, but he paid them no heed, filled as he was with the distress of his own thoughts. Hey, we did it gang! Morgant's here to save the day! quote:Morgant's warriors took up the rest of the companions and they galloped swiftly into the wood. The war lord had made camp in a wide clearing, well protected by trees, its approach guarded by a deep ravine, and the tents had been blended in with a line of underbrush. Taran saw Lluagor and Melynlas tethered among the steeds of the warriors; a little apart, Islimach pawed the ground nervously and pulled at her halter. Near the center of the clearing Taran caught his breath at the sight of the Black Crochan, which now had been removed from its sling. Though two of Morgant's warriors stood by it with drawn swords, Taran could not shake off the sense of fear and foreboding that hung like a dark mist about the cauldron. Oh.
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# ¿ Aug 30, 2023 16:51 |
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Chapter 19: The War Lordquote:BEFORE THE STARTLED TARAN could draw his blade, a guard seized him and quickly lashed his arms behind his back. The bard, too, was seized. Screaming and kicking, Eilonwy fought vainly. For an instant Gurgi broke loose from his captors and flung himself toward King Morgant. But a warrior struck him brutally to the ground, leaped astride the limp figure, and trussed him tightly. The gang's in trouble now, folks. quote:The bard, who had been silent this while, heaved a sorrowful sigh. "In the Marshes of Morva," he said, "if I had only known, I should have asked Orddu to change me into a toad. At the time I didn't care for the idea. As I think of it now, it's a happier life than being a Cauldron warrior. At least there would have been dew circles to dance in." And where would they run, indeed? It's not like Morgant has a whole army at his disposal, or anything. quote:With much difficulty, the tightly bound companions struggled closer and sought to undo each other's thongs. The knots refused to yield, slipped from their numb fingers, and only bit more deeply into their flesh. Again and again the companions returned to their labors until they lay breathless and exhausted. Even Eilonwy no longer had the strength to speak. They rested a while, hoping to gain new energy, but the night moved as a heavy, tormented dream and the moments they passed in fitful drowsing did nothing to restore them, nor did they dare lose too much precious time; morning, Taran knew, would come swiftly. The cold, gray trickle of dawn had already begun to seep into the tent. Well, at least Ellidyr's come aorund.
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# ¿ Sep 2, 2023 15:44 |
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# ¿ May 8, 2024 21:07 |
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Chapter 20: The Final Price.quote:ELLIDYR!" TARAN CRIED. "Have you strength enough to break your bonds and free the rest of us?" Ellidyr rolled on his side and strained desperately against the tight cords. The bard and Taran tried to aid him, but at last Ellidyr fell back, exhausted and gasping with the pain of his efforts. Well, at long last, Ellidyr and Islimach can rest. They only had eachother in life - and they couldn't go on without the other. quote:IN THE CLEARING the bodies of King Morgant and Ellidyr lay side by side, and the remainder of King Smoit's horsemen rode in a slow, mournful circle around them. Alone and apart, Gwydion leaned heavily on the black sword Dyrnwyn, his shaggy head bent, his weathered face filled with sorrow. Taran drew near and stood silently. He's a good bird. quote:AFTER THEY HAD RAISED the barrows, Gwystyl left to resume his guard at the way post; the companions, King Smoit, and his riders departed from the clearing and turned their horses toward the River Avren. High overhead, their wings darkening the sky, flight after flight of gwythaints retreated toward Annuvin. Of the Huntsmen there was no sign; and Gwydion believed that Arawn, learning of the Crochan's destruction, had summoned them to return.The companions rode not in triumphant joy but slowly and thoughtfully. The heart of King Smoit, too, was heavy, for he had suffered the loss of many warriors. With Kaw perched on his shoulder, Taran rode beside Gwydion at the head of the column as it wound through hills rich with autumn's colors. For a long while Taran did not speak. And so we come to the end of Book 2! Quite a heavy hit with everything that's gone on. What do you think? Saturday, we'll move on to Book 3 - The Castle of Llyr.
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# ¿ Sep 6, 2023 18:21 |