The following weeks were like a dream of deep peace for Alan. He began to understand Ket's feelings for the Lady.

In spite of the frightening tales he had heard since his earliest childhood, the vast, leafy greenness of the Forest seemed to him like an embrace that shielded him from alt harm. He rested on the bosom of this new-found lover, and as he grew stronger he began to explore the labyrinth of her shadowy paths. He learned to find the food she offered. He fished the brown streams and tended his snares and helped Hal search out the roots and herbs that flavored their meals.

He spent hours talking and working with Ket and Hal, and he liked what he learned of them. Ket treated his "lads" as equals now, and Alan found that the plain spo- ken outlaw was more subtle than he chose to appear. Hal brought out the statesman in Ket, and no wonder. Alan was often surprised, and sometimes irritated, by Hal's air of command. His clothing was only rough, common stuff, and all his gear was of the plainest sort, but there was controlled power in his every easy move, even in the lift of his head. Much was strange about Hal. In ways he seemed aloof, though he was evidently eager for Alan's company. There was some secret in his changing eyes.

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Alan was skeptical of peasant terrors, not one to cry witch, and he thought no evil of the youth who had saved his life. But he often wondered what mystery might be hidden in those misty, sea-gray eyes.

One day, after his bandages were finally off, Alan wan- dered into camp to find Hal shaping a couple of hefty sticks into rough wooden swords. He tossed one to his friend, and Alan grinned as he caught it expertly by the hilt. This was one skill that Hal would not have to teach him.

They parried, circling each other. Alan soon sensed that Hal was at least his match. His reach was long and his responses were excellent. But Hal seemed to be holding back. Alan went into the attack, and ended up giving his partner a hard blow to the head.

"I'm sorryl" he exclaimed.

"Whew!" Hal cried, throwing his makeshift sword onto the fire. "You're ready to travel, Alan."

Ket came by as they were packing. "So ye're off," he grumbled. "Where are ye going?"

"North and east," Hal answered succinctly.

"There's nothing there but the Rushing River, and Whitewater town, which ye'd do well to stay away from,**

Ket complained. "And beyond that the Waste, and the northern Forest, and outlaws I know nothing of. Couldn't ye go west?"

"Some other time," Hal smiled. "Bide easy, Ket; we will keep to the Forest for a while yet." He swung up onto Arundel, and Alan mounted Alfie. Ket clasped hands with them both.

"Farewell. And Alan-take care."

The two of them rode eastward for days before they reached the fringes of the Forest. Then they turned north- ward and traveled along its rim, earning bread from time to time at isolated cottages. They learned to till and reap, and Alan found that Hal carried his herbs for more than cookery. With his potions and salves he could strengthen sickly children, heal hurts or relieve the aches of the eld- erly. Often, grateful cottagers offered Hal and Alan what- ever hospitality their homes could afford. But they always returned quickly to the Forest. Outside of that protecting wilderness they felt endangered, and exposed. As much as they could, they kept to the Forest and lived on the takings of their snares.

16 THE SILVER SUN.

After riding northward for nearly a month, they had become very tired of rabbit meat. One morning, when a deer flashed through the trees, they sent the horses after it. They ran the deer till past midday. At last they trapped it against the steep gorge of the Rushing River, and Hal made the kill with his bow. The carcass fell into the gorge, and swirled away in the swift, spring-fed water that ran out toward the sea and Whitewater town.

"Confound it!" Hal shouted, and Alan muttered some- thing about the deer's lineage. Hot from the long chase, and out of temper from dodging trees, they cantered along the high riverbank, watching the dead deer bob through the foaming white water far below.

"It will never come ashore in that freshet!" Alan pro- tested despairingly.

Just as he spoke, the deer suddenly stopped its jerky voyage, aground in midstream. Staring, Hal and Alan could see a faint, zigzag trail leading down the gorge on either side.

"A ford!" Hal exclaimed, and sent Arundel as fast as he dared down the steep path. Alfie clattered along be- hind. The deer was bumping about near the far side of the ford. Hal and Alan left the horses on the shore and went after it. They were soaking wet from falling down by the time they reached it.

"Why don't we just lift it out on this shore?" Alan sput- tered.

Hal shook his head. "Back the way we came. This must be the Ford of Romany. On the far side the Forest ends, this far east, and there is no cover on the open Waste."

They hauled the deer to shore, slipping and splashing, and threw it over Alfie's rump. By the time they had scrambled back up the riverbank, they were hot and out of temper once more. Grimly, Ha! gutted the carcass and began skinning. Alan knelt to lend a hand.

"I'll take a haunch," said a clear, young voice.

Hal grunted in sudden discomfiture. A knife was poised against his ribs. Alan's startled glance showed him a sturdy, towheaded youngster. The robber could not have been more than twelve years old.

Hal held up a hindquarter of venison, moving care- fully. "Don't you want to steal the whole thing?" he asked the blond boy through tight Hps-

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'*Nay, indeed, a haunch will be plenty. Thank you,"

the lad replied politely. He took the meat and disap- peared. Alan and Hal could hear him rustling through the underbrush. For a moment they sat in frozen silence.

Then Hal sprang to his feet and gestured for Alan to fol- low.

They stalked after the boy. Hal padded as quietly as a cat in the undergrowth- Alan tried to copy his move- ments. He made noise enough, even so, but the blond youngster was hurrying and heedless. His camp was not far from where they had first shot the deer. Some pine branches were pulled into a rude shelter, and under them a man lay softly moaning. As Hal and Alan looked, the boy went to him and moistened his fevered face with a wet rag. Then he cut some green sticks with his knife and made ready to spit his meat.

Hal walked out of his cover and straight past him to where the man stirred weakly on his hard bed. The lad jumped up with a gasp, but Alan caught his arm before he could raise his knife.

"You could have had the meat for the asking," he told him. "What is your name?"

"I will not beg!" the boy flared defiantly, with a flash of blue eyes, "And it's Corin," he added, suddenly subdued.

"What is yours?"

Alan told him, and they both watched as Hal knelt by the sick man. The muscular fellow struck at the air, then calmed under Hal's touch, but he scarcely seemed con- scious of his visitor.

"That is my father," Corin explained, "Col, son of Cadol. We're smiths by trade, from Whitewater. Lord Gar is planning another war. Taxes have been high and the lordsmen busy. Father could not meet the tribute, so they used his tools on him. Look." For a moment the boy's confident air left him, and he turned his head away.

Alan saw the welts and burns on the man's bared chest, red and oozing. Hal looked up in a kind of appeal.

"He will not be able to eat meat; we must make him some broth. Alan...."

"I'm going," Alan answered, and strode off to get the horses. He brought them, and the half-butchered deer, to Corin's camp. Then he had to climb the steep bank to the river to fill the kettle for broth. Corin climbed it again to

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get a basin of water for his father. Hal emptied his sad- dlebags, looking for herbs. His face darkened,

"Nothing," he muttered. "Well, here's a bit of bread for him. Conn."

They set the kettle over the flames, and then they ate half-cooked chunks of venison from the spit, burning their fingers in the process.

"We are leaving Whitewater," Corin told them in a low voice. "Not just because of the branding; my father has been in trouble with Lord Gar before. But the lordsmen almost took me for the garrison yesterday, because I am big for my age,"

"They must have been joking, or threateningi" Alan ex- claimed, But Hal shook his head.

"Lord Gar has nearly deflowered his people, from what I hear. He plays at war like some men play at dice."

"They would have taken me soon," Corin stated. "They have taken every youth in the town."

"So where will you go?" Alan asked, still incredulous.

"North, to the Waste or the Barrens. Land is to be had there, by those who are hardy enough to live on it. My fa- ther will serve no more lords. But we went south first, to throw off the pursuit. They will pursue us, you know,"

Corin declared. "Smiths are needed persons."