Ralph and the Pixie

Chapter 23

Gathering in the Twilight

‘Midnight and uncertainty doth loom;

For such as we there may be no morrow;

Utter no falsehood, even be they words

of hope, for we can ill-afford them.’

from the Laye of Estland Waik

Winter was coming to an end. Bright green buds seemed well-nigh ready to burst on the ends of the branches of the great mist-shrouded oaks of Wel’adai. Gradually, though through the winter the tree-city had acquired the look of an old and faded sepia-coloured memory, by imperceptible increments its visage was giving way to a spirit that was brand-new and hale, coming back to life and distinctness. New grass now showed through the melting snow, and early spring flowers dotted the mottled landscape like a promise of hope.

To the inhabitants of the tree city, doings in the Elf Kingdom seemed a world away. Indeed, since their arrival there had been no news or contact with Mirrindale, though this had been part of the Thane’s plan. Still there was talk of sending someone to gather news, which was quickly silenced by Birin who informed them that any attempt at communication could give away their location to the enemy. Besides, he reminded them, the Thane would undoubtedly be able to find them, as it was understood that the Outcasts would guide any newcomers to Wel’adai.