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looking southward at the shaded green far away.
"Yes, it is so," responded Shannon with regret, "we no longer dwell there.
Many left in the ancient days when the Vani-lerihha~-&ie
Silverlarks—disappeared. Others fled when once more the power of Gron arose
and the Draedan—the Gargon—was loosed. Still more went when the Mistress— Dara
Faeon—rode the Twilight Path to plead with Adon for succor. And when she was
gone, the light seemed to go out of the forest. After the Winter War, many
followed her to Adonar, while others lingered in Mithgar, not ready to ride to
the High One's Lands. Even Coron Eiron was unready to follow her, and dwelt
yet a while in Mithgar among the mortal Lands. But he grew weary of living
without her brightness and now is gone too. And when all the Lian had gone
from the Eldwood forest, the Dylvana, too, went away, crossing the Argon to
come into Darda Erynian and the Greatwood to live with their brethren. And
then Darda Galion stood empty."
Perry stopped, pausing a moment, gazing in sadness at the now-empty realm.
Then he turned and hurried to catch up with Shannon. As they tramped onward,
Perry remarked, "Lord Kian said that travellers at times catch a glimpse of
movement in the forest—as if Elves were still there. And I see that the green
holds dusk, as of a Land in twilight, though ahe Sun yet rides the day."
"Ah yes, the trees do now hold the foredark, for again my kindred are there.
We learned that Rucha and Loka—Gyphon Spaunen—were stirring in Black
Drimmen-deeve," said Shannon grimly, "and raiding south through the
Larkenwald. A company of us returned, to bar the way and stop their passage
through Darda Galion. But there are many companies of mem, and we are but one,
and thus the foul despoilers yet win through, though now we give them pause."
"How came Ursor, a Man, to be with a company of Elves?" asked Perry.
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"Ah," replied Shannon, "that is a mystery: One night, we beset a company of
Rupt, and in the midst of battle, there he appeared, swinging that black iron
mace with great effect. He has been with us ever since; his woodcraft nearly
equals an Elf s. He talks seldom of his past, but this we now know: He was
hunting Spaunen alone, wreaking vengeance for his wife and child, slain on a
journey to far Vaion. Before joining us he would lie in wait for a Ruch or
three to become separated from their bands, and then he would strike. He also
set snares and deadfalls and spiked pits on the paths Rucha and Loka alone
travelled. Now that he is with us, he need no longer wait for mischance on the
part of just one or two Rupt, as you have seen, he attacks with us in fury to
lay many victims by the heels. He says his revenge now goes swifter."
Perry looked ahead at the big Mart and almost pitied the maggot-folk. Then
something that had been nagging at the back of his mind sprang to the fore,
and Perry called, "Ursor, wait!" And the Warrow rushed to catch up with the
Baeran. As the two of them strode side by side, Perry said, "Ursor, I just now
remembered, your kinsman Baru, warden of the Crestan Pass, and his three sons
send greetings. Baru says that all is well at home. He also trusts that your
vengeance against the 'Wrg' goes to your satisfaction.*'
The Squad tramped onward in silence, two of the buccan's strides matching one
of the Baeran's. Finally Ursor replied, "Thank you, Wee One. Long has it been
since I've had word from my kith."
The Seven marched swiftly along the path and came through the hillpass and
started down the far slopes. Spread out before them was a great tilt of land