The Knight

“You too!” I was so surprised I really did not know what I was saying. “I’ve been banished from Duke Marder’s court until there’s ice in the bay.”

“Thus I come to you.”

He sounded like he knew all about it. My jaw dropped so far it almost hit the buckle of my sword belt.

“I do not. Yet I know you better than your mother ever could, because I hear your thought.” He raised his right hand. (Later I got to know King Arnthor, and he would have loved to be able to raise his hand like that, but he could not. No human can.) “Your mother never knew you,” he said. “I, who know so little, know that now. I make mistakes, you see. I am near perfection.”

I was on my knees with my head down by then.

“You have my thanks,” he said, “but you must stand. I have not come for your worship, but to your aid. I, too, am a knight in service to a lord. My name is Michael.”

All I could think of when he said that was that it was a name from our world. It seemed like a miracle then. It still does. He had a name from Earth, and he had come to Mythgarthr to help me.

“By putting my knowledge at your disposal.”

I was so happy I could not think of anything to say. I stood up, remembering that he had told me to, and stared at him while he looked at me. There was no white to his eyes, and no black dot in the middle. It was like I was looking right through his head at Skai.

“You think of Skai, of the third world. You believe I have been dispatched from the castle you see there.”

It was not easy to nod, but I did. “I—I hope so.”

“I have not. I am of the second world, called Kleos, the World of Fair Report.”

“I didn’t even know the name of it, My Lord.” I just about choked, realizing that I was talking to him the way I had to Thunrolf. “I ... I’d like to get to that castle, if I could. Is that wrong?”

“It is a higher ambition than most.”

“Can you ...” I remembered Ravd and knew I was putting my foot in it. “Will you tell me how?”

Michael studied me again; it seemed to take a long time. Finally he said, “You know the rudiments of the lance.”

I nodded, too scared to speak.

“You have been taught by one skilled with it.” Michael snapped his fingers, and Gylf came over and lay down at his feet, looking very proud.

“Yes,” I said. “By Master Thope. He was wounded too badly to practice with me, but he could tell me things, and one of his helpers would joust with me.”

That made Michael smile. It was such a little smile that I could hardly see it, but it seemed like it made the sun brighter. “It does not trouble you that your dog prefers me to you?”

“No,” I said, “I prefer you to me, too.”

“I understand. Master Thope is skillful with the lance, but he will never reach the casde of which we are speaking. What lies beyond skill?”

I started to say something dumb, then I stopped. I do not even remember what it was.

“When you know, you will go there. Not before. Have you more questions? Ask now. I must soon depart.”

“How can I find Queen Disiri?”

There was no smile at that. “Pray, rather, that she does not find you.” I felt like I had been kicked.

“Very well. I myself am less than perfect, as I have learned at cost. Learn to summon her, or any of them, and she must come to you.”

“Uri and Baki come sometimes when I call them,” I told him. “Is that what you mean?”

“No.” Michael stroked Gylf’s head. “You must call her, or any of them, as those you call Overcyns would call you.”

“Will you teach me?”

Michael shook his head. “I ca

Then he was gone, and the spear, too.

“You see? How could I, or anyone, teach that?”

I looked around at the bright pool and the sunlit glade. I was really looking for the one-eyed man—okay, for the Valfather, because that is who it was—but even then I knew I never could forget them. That was right enough. Later when I forgot about everything, even Disiri for a while, I still remembered them.

“If you have no more questions, Sir Able, I will go.”

“I have more, Sir Michael.” It was terribly hard to say that. “May I ask them? Three more, if ...”

“If that is not too many. Ask.”

“One time I was on—on a certain island, the island where Bluestone Castle used to be.” He nodded.

“And I saw a knight there, for just a moment. A knight with a black dragon on his shield. Did I call him, the way you called the Valfather?”

“He called you.” Michael stood.

His wings opened a little, and I could see the gleam under the white glow. I said, “Can you fly in mail?”

Something that was not very far from a laugh showed in his sky-colored eyes. “That was not your second question.”

“No. I was going to ask who the knight I saw was.”

“Yes, I can. But I have come here to descend, not to fly. As for the knight you saw, I tell you that there was no one on that island save yourself.”

“I don’t understand that at all.”

“Your third question is the wisest. Things always fall out so. Ask it.”

“It was what question I should ask.”

The smile returned. “You should ask whence came the tongs that grasped Eterne. Notice, please, that I did not say I would answer you. Farewell. I go to Aelfrice to seek that far-famed knight, Sir Able of the High Heart.”

With that, Michael walked over the water to the middle of the pool and sank out of sight.

Chapter 45. The Cottage In The Forest

l spent the rest of that day doing something I had never done before, something I would have sworn on a stack of bibles that I would never do. I had seen a stone table at Sheerwall where they sacrificed before a war or battle, and I built one as much like it as I could beside that pool, carrying stones all day while Gylf hunted, and fitting them together sort of like a puzzle. I got it finished just before dark.

Next morning I collected a lot of deadwood, enough for a really big fire—that was a lot easier than the stones had been. I could break most of the pieces I found over my knee, and if I could not I laid them down so that they could not move when I hit them, and whacked them with Sword Breaker. Then Gylf and I went hunting together. He had brought in a partridge and a marmot the day before, but we were after something big for the sacrifice. Just about the time the sun touched the treetops we got a real nice elk. No antlers, of course, at that time of year; but it was a big bull just the same. If it had been in antler, they would have been good ones. I saw it on a ridge about two hundred yards away. My bowstring had about driven me crazy the night before, giving me other people’s dreams; and I had been thinking of throwing it away. When I saw the elk I got glad I had it very fast. My arrow flew like lightning, catching the elk in back of the shoulder about halfway down. It ran like the wind at first, but Gylf got out in front and turned it, heading it back toward our table until it fell the last time.

I am big, thanks to Disiri, and lots of people have told me how strong I am; but I was not strong enough to carry that elk. I had to drag it, with Gylf pulling with his teeth over the tough parts. Finally I gave up. I told Gylf we couldn’t do it, and we would have to take part to eat and leave the rest. Then he got big and black, and picked up the elk like a rabbit, and carried it for me. The fu

We got the elk up on the wood on the table, and covered it with more wood. Then we praised the gods of Kleos, both of us, and I set the wood on fire. It was only Gylf and me, but I had never felt as good about anything as I did that night.