"Indeed." Geoffrey cocked his head to the side with the dangerous glint still in his eye. "What game wilt thou play? Ninepins?"
"Jackstraws, more likely," Groghat grunted. "What, child! Dost not realize thou art in danger of thy life?"
Geoffrey simply stared at him.
Magnus said quickly, "There are many things we do not realize. We are, after all, but innocents in a rough world. Wilt thou not explain to us?"
For a moment, Groghat seemed baffled. Then he looked suspicious. "What manner of things?"
"Why, many things." Magnus was all innocence.
Groghat sat on a bench slowly, leaning back on a table with one elbow, eyeing them warily.
"Poor giant." Cordelia fairly oozed sympathy. "Thou hast had little of gaming in thy life, hast thou not?"
"What need have I of games?" Groghat rumbled.
"But who hath not?" Magnus spread his hands. "I'll wager thou hast never even played at riddles!"
"Riddles?" Groghat frowned. "What game is this?"
"Why, 'tis simply done." Cordelia beamed. "One of us will tell a riddle, and if thou canst not puzzle it out, thou must needs answer any question we ask."
"Thus will we gain knowledge," Magnus said brightly, "and thou wilt gain amusement."
Groghat sat there gazing at them for a long moment, and Magnus began to think they might have stretched their luck too far. Then the giant rumbled, "It may prove amusing, in truth. Well, then, as thou wilt. What is thy riddle?"
They all heaved a sigh of relief. Then Magnus recited,
"Arthur O'Bower has broken his band; He comes roaring up the land. The King of Scots, with all his power, Cannot turn Arthur O'Bower."
"Aye!" Cordelia cried, glints dancing in her eyes. "Say to us, then—what is this Arthur O'Bower?"
Groghat's brow knotted in consternation, and the children waited in suspenseful silence while the giant gazed into the fire. Finally he turned to Magnus with a look of impatience. " 'Tis nonsense! No one man could stand against all the might of a King, especially an he hath broken with his band of men!"
"Nay, certes 'tis nonsense," Magnus agreed. '"'Tis all for fun."
"Aye, it is that," Groghat agreed reluctantly. "Tell me, then—what is Arthur O'Bower?"
"Why, the wind!"
"Wind…" Groghat stared at them for a moment.
Then he threw back his head, roaring a laugh. "Nay, of course! Now I see, now I know how this game is played! Nay, then, let
me
ask
thee
one!"
"Nay!" Magnus held up a palm. "First, our question! One question that thou wilt answer, ere we ask another riddle!"
"Dost thou not remember?" Cordelia urged.
Groghat scowled at them for a moment; then he almost smiled. "Well enough, then, claim thy forfeit. What is thy question?"
"Wast thou born a giant?" Cordelia asked. "Or didst thou but grow larger?"
Groghat scowled, but answered, "I cannot say surely, for I do not remember—yet the ill folk who reared me did tell me I was a wee, puny thing when the stranger brought me to their cottage."
All four children looked up, suddenly bursting with curiosity.
"Now, my riddle." Groghat leaned forward. 'Tell me what is silver above and pale below."
"Why, 'tis… WHUF!" Geoffrey broke off with Magnus's elbow in his ribs.
"Silver above… pale below?" Magnus frowned. "Let me see, could it be… Nay, a lizard's green above… Nay, it's… Why, I have it! 'Tis a rock!"
"Nay, thou'rt wrong!" Groghat crowed. "Where hast thou ever seen a silver rock?"
"High in the Crag Mountains," Cordelia answered, "but Papa told us 'twas 'fool's gold.' What is the answer?"
"A fish, children! Hast never seen a fish?"
"Only when it's cooked and on my plate," Magnus fibbed. "What is thy question for us?"
"Question? Why…" Groghat thought a minute. "Let me see… question… Um."
The children waited.
Finally, Groghat said, "What manner of horse was that I overthrew? Never before have I heard a horse crash!"
Anger kindled in Geoffrey's eyes, but Magnus said, "An enchanted horse. I know not the crafting of the enchantment; 'tis Papa's horse."
"Enchanted?" Groghat looked up. "Is thy father a wizard, then?"
"Ah-ah! No question without a riddle!" Cordelia held up a palm. "And 'tis our turn.
"A little wee man in a red, red coat, A staff in his hand, and a stone in his throat. If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give thee a groat!"
Groghat's brow knitted again. "What is a 'groat'?"
"Papa said 'twas a very small coin. What is the little wee man?"
"Little wee man… Let me see…" Groghat gazed off into space. "It could not be an elf, no, for I've never seen one with a stone in his throat. I have never seen one at all, come to that. Are they real, I wonder?"
"They are."
"Magnus!" Cordelia chided him. "He must tell his riddle ere thou dost answer!"
"Oh! Aye, I erred!"
But Groghat grinned. "I care not. But I cannot tell what thy wee, wee man is."
"'Tis a cherry!" Cordelia cried. "The staff in his hand is the stem, and the stone in his throat is the pit. Now tell me—if thou wast so small a babe, how didst thou come to be so great?"
Groghat smiled, and Cordelia was glad she'd chosen the more complimentary adjective. "The stranger who brought me to the old couple, brought them also a potion to put in my stew at every meal." He frowned. "He brought, too, a gold coin; therefore did they care for me. Yet they cared for the gold more."
And he doth revenge himself upon them, by being mean to all folk he doth meet
, Gregory thought.
Thou hast the right of it
, Magnus agreed,
but what was in the potion
? Aloud, he said, "'Tis thy riddle now."
Groghat stared off into space, thinking.
Papa hath told us of a lump of flesh, in the base of the skull, that doth direct how much we grow
, Gregory answered.
Whate'er the potion was, it must have acted upon that bit of flesh
.
Magnus nodded.
Yet who was the stranger
?
Papa's enemy
, Geoffrey thought instantly.
It matters not from which side
.
"What is it," Groghat asked, "that is brown in the spring, green in the summer, and scarlet in the autumn?"
Gregory started to answer, but Cordelia clapped a hand over his mouth. "Let me think… green… scarlet…" She sighed and shook her head. "I cannot say."
"Nay, thou canst not!" Groghat guffawed, slapping the table top. " 'Tis a tree, foolish child!"
'Why, so 'tis," she cried, fairly beaming. "What is thy question?"
Groghat remembered. "Is thy father a wizard?"
"Nay, he's a warlock. And my riddle is: How can there be a chicken that hath no bone?"
"A chicken that hath no bone!" Groghat stared. "Nay, tell me—for I'd be greatly pleased to dine on fowl that did not crunch!"
"Then thou hast but to fry an egg!" Cordelia said triumphantly.
Groghat stared. Then he threw- back his head and roared with laughter, slapping his leg.
Doth he eat chickens whole
? Geoffrey wondered.
Aye, and without plucking the feathers, I doubt not
, Magnus answered.
"Now let me see…" Cordelia pressed a finger against pursed lips. "What question shall I ask?"
Wherefore doth he roam the countryside
? Magnus prompted.
"Wherefore dost thou roam the countryside?" Cordelia repeated. "Thou hast a pleasant enough lair here, if thou didst put it in repair."
"Why, for that I hate all craven knaves who take orders!" Groghat exploded. "Ever did the old man who reared me give orders: 'Do this! Fetch that!' And I grew wearied, and did resolve that, when I grew large, never more would I do another's bidding! Therefore do I spit on all craven knaves who obey, and make it
my
commands they answer to!" He leaned back against the table, gazing at the children and brooding. "Thee, now—thou showest no sign of fear, nor of doing another's bidding…"
Could he begin to like us?
Would we want him to?
Papa's enemies do use this poor puppet to help to bring chaos to the land
, Geoffrey thought,
and he knoweth it not
—
he, who is so proud of not doing another's bidding
!
'
Tis true
, Magnus agreed,
and I doubt me not 'twas Papa's enemies in SPITE, who do hate all government, that did bring him to the old couple and paid them. Yet wherefore do not Papa's other enemies in VETO, who wish to rule all Gra-marye with an iron glove, not attempt to stop him
?
Why, for that it will be all the easier for them to step in and conquer all when there's no government left, and no large army with it, but only small armed bands of bandits
, Geoffrey answered.
I
mislike the way he doth look at us
. Cordelia's thoughts were tinged with apprehension. .
" 'Tis time to discover whether thou wilt obey me or no," Groghat rumbled.
Quickly, Gregory thought, I
have been tracking the paths his thoughts flow through when they tell his arms or legs to more, or his muscles to tighten or loosen to hold his balance. They all do meet at the top of his belly in one great knot
.
'
Twould hurt him greatly, an thou didst twist it with thy thoughts
. Cordelia shied from the idea.
Greatly daring, Magnus demanded, " 'Tis mayhap more to the point, to know whether or not another doth command
thee
."
Anger flared in Groghat's eyes. He surged to his feet, bellowing, "Dost thou slander me, bug? Who could command such as I?"
"The man who did bring the potion that fed thee," Magnus answered, with a stroke of insight. "Thou dost have pain if thou dost not drink it, dost thou not?"
For a long moment, Groghat just stared at him, his eyes burning.
Suddenly, his head snapped up, looking toward the window. His lips curved into a wicked grin, and he chuckled. "What is this I hear?"
The children strained their ears, but heard nothing. "I cannot guess," Magnus admitted. "What is it?"
"A maiden," Groghat said, with a throaty laugh, "and naught else—a lone maiden, wandering in the woodland. Nay, she must not go without escort!" He whirled away to the door.
As he opened it, he whirled back, stabbing a huge finger at them. "Do not think to wander—for this door shall be barred and, if thou dost seek to climb from the window, thou'lt fall to they death!" Then he was gone, and the door boomed behind him.
The children stared at each other in the sudden silence.
"Thou'lt not heed him, I trust," came a voice from the hearth.
The children spun about, startled. "Puck!" Cordelia squealed in delight.
"Wherefore art thou amazed? Did I not assure thee thou wouldst be guarded?"
"Truly," Magnus admitted. "Canst thou find a broom for Cordelia, Puck? Then we can fly out the window."
" 'Tis in the corner, yon. Thou hast but to clean ten years' worth of cobwebs from it."
"Ugh!" Cordelia flinched at the sight.
"Art thou so squeamish, then?" Magnus sighed. He went over to pick up the broom and clean it.
"Puck," Geoffrey asked, "what will the giant do with the maiden, when he doth catch her?"
"Eat her, belike," Cordelia said wisely.
"Mayhap summat of the sort," Puck said nervously. "Come, children! We must rescue!"
"Why, certes, we will," Geoffrey said, surprised, "but wherefore dost
thou
say we must, Robin?"
"For that this maiden ever did cry, ' 'Ware, Wee Folk!' ere she did pour out filthy wash-water, and did ever leave a bowl
of milk by her hearth for the brownies. Shall the Wee Folk desert her now, in her hour of need? Nay!" He raised his voice.
"Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and
groves,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew! Thine aid she doth
require,
Who hath ever paid the tributes which thou dost desire!"
He was silent a moment, his head cocked to one side; then he gave a satisfied nod. "'Tis well. Come, children."
He started toward the window. Puzzled, they followed him, Cordelia dragging the broom.
Howling exploded outside.
The children stared at one another. "What noise is
that
?" Magnus cried.
Geoffrey grinned.
"Come see," Puck invited as he hopped up to the window-sill.
The boys levitated, drifting up behind him. Cordelia followed on her broom. They flew out the window, drifting over the woodland to a meadow, bisected by a cow path. A young girl was fleeing away from them, running flat out for all she was worth.
"The Wee Folk did afright her with the semblance of a bear," Puck explained.
"It truly doth sound like one." Geoffrey peered down, then slowly grinned. "Whatever thy folk have done, Puck, they have done well!"
Below them, Groghat was stamping and howling as though he were demented.
"What have they done?" Cordelia gasped.
"Only cozened a hiveful of bees into thinking the giant's a
field of sweet flowers," Puck said innocently.
"'Tis strong magic indeed." Gregory remembered Groghat's odor.
"Aye, but if they stop, he'll pursue her—or go home to find thou art gone, and run amok through the woods seeking his captives. And there are still the count and his family in the dungeons, on whom he might wreak his vengeance."