The Black Cauldron (15 page)

They had come into the Valley of Ystrad, and here Gwydion reined up the golden-maned steed.

“Melyngar and I must now return to Caer Dathyl,” he said, "and bring word to King Math. You shall tell Dallben all that has happened; indeed, this time you know more of these events than I.

“Go swiftly,” Gwydion said, reaching out, his hand. “Your comrades wait for you; and Coll, I know, is eager to ready his vegetable garden for winter. Farewell, Taran, Assistant Pig-Keeper ---and friend.”

Gwydion waved once and rode northward. Taran watched until he was out of sight. He turned Melynlas, then, and saw the faces of the companions smiling at him.

“Hurry along,” Eilonwy called. “Hen Wen will be wanting her bath. And I'm afraid Gurgi and I left in such a hurry I didn't take time to straighten up the scullery. That's worse than starting a journey and forgetting to put on your shoes!”

Taran galloped toward them.

The End