Glasruhen Gate (19 page)

‘Everyone knows where the cave is, but because it’s sealed from the inside no one can get in,’ added Timmery. ‘See that enormous diamond? If it’s turned three times, the ice will melt and then they could come out.’

Jack looked at the diamond. It gleamed even though there wasn’t any sunlight. The whole cave sparkled.

‘Do you think they’ll want to come out now Velindur’s gone?’ asked Jack.

‘How’re they going to know what’s happened if they’re asleep?’ replied Camelin.

‘Maybe Gwillam knows how to wake them up,’ suggested Timmery. ‘I’m sure they’d want to know the Queen’s returned.’

They stayed for a while longer and marvelled at the cave. For as far as they could see, stone niches had been cut into the walls. Inside each one lay a Druid with a wand by his side and a staff across his sleeping body.

‘I’m getting cold,’ said Charkle.

‘Me too,’ agreed Camelin.

‘Time to go,’ announced Timmery. ‘Back to the village, follow me.’

‘There you are,’ said Nora as they flew into Gwillam’s house.

They all started talking at once as they tried to tell Nora about the amazing things they’d seen, until she put her hand up for them to stop.

‘I thought you wanted to go to the Mother Oak. If you carry on like this we’ll not get there and back before the fair ends, you did say you wanted to go round the stalls before the Festival, didn’t you?’

They all agreed.

‘We’re ready. We’ve just been waiting for you to arrive.’

Jack looked round to see Gwillam and Elan standing in the doorway. Elan was holding a leather pouch.

‘For the acorns,’ she explained.

‘How many do we need?’ asked Jack.

‘As many as the Mother Oak decides we can have,’ said Nora. ‘We need to explain the situation and she will give us what we require to put things right on Earth.’

‘Shall we go?’ asked Gwillam.

Nora turned to Timmery and Charkle.

‘Would you two mind staying here? We have the little matter of a rather angry wasp who might need guarding. We wouldn’t want the jar to get into the wrong hands.’

The two little birds hovered in front of the jar Gwillam had placed on the table.

‘It will be our honour to guard the house while you’re gone,’ replied Timmery. ‘We’ll make sure no one touches the jar.’

‘They’ll get a warm welcome if they try,’ laughed Charkle as he blew a column of fire towards the hearth.

Jack and Camelin raced and chased, swooped and dived, as they made their way northwards.

‘Look!’ croaked Camelin. ‘We’re nearly there.’

‘She’s enormous,’ said Jack. ‘Even bigger than Arrana. What are all those bushy bits growing in her branches?’

‘Mistletoe!’ croaked Camelin. ‘Thank goodness Hesta and Winver aren’t here, we wouldn’t have stood a chance. Girls can kiss you if you stand under the tiniest bit of mistletoe.’

‘Don’t you go sitting in her branches,’ called Nora as Camelin swooped past her. ‘Wait patiently we’ll be there in a minute.’

Jack and Camelin landed in front of the great oak. Her trunk was nearly as wide as Gwillam’s house and her branches spread almost to the floor. Jack’s neck ached as he craned to see the top. Unlike Arrana, the Mother Oak stood alone. A carpet of blue and white flowers surrounded her but no other tree was within sight.

‘She’s more beautiful than I remembered,’ whispered Nora.

As Elan and Gwillam joined them, there was a rustling from behind the Mother Oak and two Dryads peeked out from behind the trunk. As they came forward, their long silver hair flowed in the breeze and their silken gossamer dresses shimmered in the afternoon sun.

‘Fernella and Fernilla!’ cried Elan. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.’

The two Dryads curtsied.

‘We have waited patiently for your return, we always knew one day you would come. We heard the Cauldron had been remade,’ said Fernella.

‘Our Mother Oak is ready to entrust her children to you,’ added Fernilla.

Jack hadn’t realised the Mother Oak would think of her acorns as children, it would mean Arrana was her child too. Nora stepped closer and Gwillam raised his staff. He banged it three times on the earth before Nora spoke.

‘Sylvana, Mother of all Hamadryads, Guardian of the Oaks and Bearer of the Sacred Mistletoe, we have a request to make of you.’

There was a rustling and shaking of branches, the trunk began to ripple and sway until it disappeared and a beautiful old woman stood towering above them. Her silver hair cascaded down to her ankles. She smiled.

‘Eleanor, Seanchai, Keeper of Secrets and Ancient Rituals, Guardian of the Sacred Grove, you have returned. You have opened Glasruhen Gate at last. How are my daughters?’

‘The news isn’t good Sylvana. We spent many years searching for the cauldron plates in vain. We were only able to find
that which was lost
when Jack Brenin, agreed to help us.’

Jack bowed low at the mention of his name.

Camelin coughed.

‘He was greatly helped by Camelin, acolyte to Gwillam, High Druid and now Leader of the Blessed Council in Annwn.’

Camelin hopped over to Jack and bowed too.

‘How many of my daughters are left?’ Sylvana asked Nora.

‘Only Arrana. And she is fading fast.’

Sylvana closed her eyes and held her breath before letting out a great sigh.

‘This is not the news I had hoped to hear. You must take enough acorns to repopulate the forests with Hamadryads once more. It makes my heart glad to know that with your help my daughters will once again live on Earth.’

Nora bowed before answering Sylvana.

‘Once Arrana has transferred her knowledge into the acorns, all the forests will once more have the protection they need. There need never be hollow trees on Earth again.’

Sylvana looked at each of them in turn.

‘Is that Elan I see with you?’

Elan stepped closer.

‘This is a happy day for Annwn. The Queen has returned, now Annwn will be restored to the peaceful and happy land it used to be. You will all come and visit us often, won’t you?’

They all agreed. This was one of the happiest days of Jack’s life too.

‘Now, Eleanor, if you will step forward I will give you my acorns. Take good care of them, tend them well and be a friend to them all.’

Sylvana cupped her hands and blew gently over her palms, when she lowered her hands towards Nora they were full of large acorns. They were the same shape and size as Nora’s golden acorn, but instead of being gold they were a deep forest green.

‘Thank you,’ said Nora as she took each one from Sylvana’s cupped hands and placed it carefully into the leather pouch Elan held open. ‘It has been a long journey for us all, but now we truly can restore what was lost. The forests will live again.’

‘Will you come again soon, Gwillam?’ Sylvana asked.

‘I will,’ he promised. ‘Nora has brought me a Book of Shadows so she’ll be able to write to me and I can tell you the news from Earth.’

‘I shall look forward to that. Fernella and Fernilla keep me well informed about Annwn, but news from my children on Earth will be most welcome.’

Sylvana seemed satisfied that her task was complete. She smiled and once more began to shimmer and shake. It wasn’t long before she’d completely disappeared and only the gnarled trunk stood before them. The two Dryads curtsied then hurried behind Sylvana’s trunk. Nora sighed and Gwillam patted her on the shoulder.

‘We’d better see about getting you all ready for home.’

‘But you said we could go round the fair and see the Festival,’ complained Camelin.

‘And so you shall. Your journey home begins after the Festival ends. Shall we make our way to the fair?’

‘Oh yes please!’ said Jack and Camelin together.

THE PARTING OF THE WAYS

As they drew near the fair the noise grew louder. Jack was worried in case people were going to shout at them again. Instead, the moment the men on stilts saw them they pointed and the crowd cheered as they flew overhead.

‘Now that’s a better welcome,’ said Camelin.

‘Where do you want to go first?’ asked Jack.

‘The storyteller,’ replied two piping voices from behind.

‘I thought you were guarding a jar for Gwillam and Nora,’ grumbled Camelin.

‘We were,’ said Charkle. ‘But they said we should come over to the fair and have some fun too.’

‘You seem to have had lots of fun already,’ grumbled Camelin.

‘Oh we have, we have,’ agreed Timmery.

‘Well we’re going this way and the storytelling looks like it’s over there.’

Timmery and Charkle flitted off towards a group of people crowded around a tall, cloaked figure holding a story staff.

‘Come on Jack, follow me. You’ve got to taste those sausages.’

‘But we still don’t have any money.’

‘Let’s try the shuffle dance, we can both do it. We’ll ask to be paid in sausages.’

‘OK, I suppose we could try.’

They flew over to the barbecue and landed on a branch overhanging the grill.

‘Just smell that,’ said Camelin as he breathed deeply.

‘They do smell good,’ agreed Jack.

‘It’s performance time, ready?’

‘Ready.’

Camelin led and Jack followed. They shuffled up and down the branch rocking from side to side then bobbing up and down. A crowd began to gather but instead of shouting they cheered and clapped. Camelin did a one-footed twirl then nodded his head to an invisible beat whilst shuffling sideways.

‘Come on down,’ the man behind the barbecue called. ‘I presume you’d like some sausages?’

‘Oh yes please!’ replied Jack. ‘But we still don’t have any money.’

‘They’re free to you two. From what I hear you deserve a lot more, it’s the least I can do, now I know who you are.’

The crowd cheered again. Jack could hear other stallholders shouting for them to come and sample their food, when they’d finished at the barbecue. Camelin looked extremely happy.

‘Now, aren’t they the most delicious sausages you’ve ever tasted?’

‘They are, but I’m going to leave room for some of the other things. Didn’t you say the pies were
good too?’

Jack was relieved when they finally went to join Timmery and Charkle on a branch overlooking the storyteller.

‘You missed the
Glasruhen Giant
,’ twittered Timmery. ‘It wasn’t the same as the one Nora tells, but it was still good.’

‘
The Dragon of Howling Hill
was brilliant,’ added Charkle. ‘You’re just in time, you haven’t missed them all. The storyteller’s got one more left.’

Jack tried to get into a comfortable position so he could enjoy the next story. He groaned.

‘My stomach feels fit to burst.’

‘Yeh, so does mine, great isn’t it?’

Jack wasn’t sure he liked feeling so full, but he had to agree with Camelin that he’d just eaten some of the most delicious food he’d ever tasted.

The storyteller banged his staff three times and the gathered crowd fell silent.

‘My tale comes from a time long ago, in a land far away beyond the four portals of our world…’

Jack was worried he might fall asleep, the storyteller’s voice was so soft and quiet, but it turned out to be a really good story called
The Rat and the Treacle Vat
. He listened carefully so he’d be able to retell it to Motley, Orin and the Night Guard when they got home. At the end of the tale the crowd cheered loudly.

‘Can we go and see the jugglers now?’ asked Jack. ‘I love watching them; I wish I could do it.’

‘Not much chance as a raven,’ replied Camelin. ‘But there’s no reason why you can’t teach yourself when we get back.’

‘I might just do that.’

‘Jugglers are this way,’ piped Timmery. ‘Follow me.’

Camelin sighed.

‘He likes to be in charge, doesn’t he?’

They all followed Timmery to another group, where the men on stilts were throwing batons to each other. Jack counted five in the air at once.

‘Grandstand view,’ called Camelin as he swooped onto a branch close by.

They all followed.

‘We’re going to look at the stalls now,’ Camelin announced when the juggling had finished. ‘Just me and Jack, we’ll see you at the fun fair later.’

Timmery looked disappointed but Charkle didn’t seem to mind.

‘Couldn’t they have come too?’ asked Jack as they flew towards to the circle of oaks.

‘No, I want to show you something and I need you to help me choose which one to get.’

‘Choose what?’

Camelin didn’t answer, he was too far ahead. Jack followed and swooped down when Camelin landed behind the only tree without a table.

‘What’s wrong?’ asked Jack.

‘Nothing, we’re waiting.’

‘Waiting for what?’

‘For Gavin.’

Jack was about to ask why, when Gavin appeared.

‘Ready you two?’

‘Ready,’ said Camelin.

‘Ready for what?’ asked Jack.

‘I’ve got a plan and Gavin’s agreed to help. Come on, they’re over here.’

Camelin hopped and skipped over to one of the stalls next to a small pond. Jack and Gavin followed. Camelin peered into the water.

‘What are you looking for?’ asked Jack.

Before Camelin could answer the stallholder bustled over and spoke to Gavin:

‘Now, what kind of oracular frog would you be wanting sir? We’ve got frogs what forecast rain or snow, showers or storms. You name it and we’ll find you the right one.’

‘I’d like to choose my own if you don’t mind’ said Gavin. ‘I’ll have a look and see what you’ve got before I decide.’

The stallholder banged a small gong that hung over the pond. Several green heads appeared, followed by loud croaking.

‘Look lively, boys! Who’s going to be the lucky chap who goes to a new home today?’

The croaking increased as the frogs hopped onto three large lily pads. When the stallholder moved away, Camelin shuffled up to the edge of the pond.

‘What d’you think Jack?’

‘About what?’

‘Which one to choose. I don’t know which one’s going to be best.’

Gavin laughed.

‘Are you sure this will work?’

‘Of course it will. Gwillam said he didn’t have any use for the money anymore and you did say you’d buy me anything I wanted from the fair. You buy the oracular frog with the donar and then give it to me as a present to take home. What’s wrong with that? I just don’t know which one to choose.’

‘Try them out,’ suggested Jack. ‘Ask them a question.’

Gavin looked at the frogs and they all looked expectantly back at him.

‘When will it snow in Annwn?’ he asked.

‘Never,’ chorused all the frogs except one.

‘I’ll have that one,’ said Camelin and nodded at the only frog that hadn’t spoken.

‘You don’t want that one,’ said Gavin. ‘It’s no good if it can’t predict the weather.’

‘I know what I’m doing, that’s the one I want.’

Gavin went over to the stallholder and pointed to the frog: ‘I’ll take this one please.’

‘Your choice,’ laughed the man as he netted the frog and dropped it into a jar. He tied a string around the neck and passed it to Gwillam, in exchange for the donar.

Camelin looked pleased.

‘You won’t forget to bring it to the Festival later will you? Nora won’t be able to say I can’t have it if you give it to me as a present.’

‘I won’t forget,’ laughed Gavin as he waved goodbye.

Camelin did a little twirl.

‘I’ve got an oracular frog,’ he chanted as he jigged around.

Jack didn’t understand.

‘But it was the only one that didn’t speak. What if it never speaks. What if it isn’t an oracular frog at all?’

‘I don’t need one to predict the weather.’

‘What do you want it for?’

‘To predict how many sweets are in my dustbin. That’s the sort of important thing anyone would want to know.’

Jack laughed. He couldn’t wait to get back to Camelin’s loft and see the dustbin. He hoped the little frog was going to live up to Camelin’s expectations.

The fun fair was crowded. Jack was grateful he could fly and didn’t have to try to battle his way through the crowds. They stopped to watch people trying to throw horseshoes onto a peg in the ground. There was a wooden bowling alley with skittles. A couple of men were arm wrestling.

‘You need hands to have a go at any of this lot. Isn’t there anything you can do if you’ve got wings?’ grumbled Camelin.

‘Jack, Camelin, over here,’ chirruped Timmery and Charkle.

The two little hummingbirds led the way as they darted above the crowd until they reached a tall building. It looked like a gigantic upside-down ice-cream cone.

‘It’s a helter-skelter,’ cried Jack. ‘They’re great fun.’

Timmery flitted around Camelin’s head.