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perched on the back of Taran’s chair, bobbed up and down and looked as if the banquet had been arranged entirely in his honor. King Rhuddlum beamed with good spirits; the talk and laughter of the guests rang through the Great Hall. Behind the long table, crowded with Queen Teleria’s ladies of the court, Magg flitted back and forth, snapping his fingers and whispering commands to servitors bearing endless dishes of food and flagons of drink. For Taran it was a waking nightmare; he sat silent and uneasy, his repast untouched.
    â€œYou needn’t look so gloomy,” said Eilonwy. “After all, you aren’t the one who has to stay here. If I’m trying to make the best of things, I must say you’re not exactly helpful. I want to remind you I’m still not speaking to you after the way you behaved today.”
    Without waiting to hear Taran’s confused protests, Eilonwy tossed her head and began chattering to Prince Rhun. Taran bit his lip. He felt as though he were shouting a voiceless warning, while Eilonwy, all unwitting, raced gaily toward the brink of a cliff.

    At the end of the feasting, Fflewddur tuned his harp, stepped to the middle of the Hall, and sang his new lay. Taran listened without pleasure, although he realized it was the best Fflewddur had yet composed. When the bard had done, and King Rhuddlum had begun to yawn, the guests rose from their seats at the table. Taran plucked Fflewddur’s sleeve and drew him aside.
    â€œI’ve been thinking about the stables,” Taran said anxiously. “No matter what Magg says, it’s not a fitting place for you to sleep. I’ll speak to King Rhuddlum and I’m sure he’ll order Magg to give you back your chamber in the castle.” Taran hesitated. “I—I think somehow it would be better if we were all together. We are strangers here, and know nothing of the ways of this place.”
    â€œGreat Belin, don’t give yourself a moment’s concern about that,” replied the bard. “For my part, I prefer the stables. Indeed, that’s one reason I go wandering: to get away from stuffy, dreary castles. Besides,” he added behind his hand, “it would lead to trouble with Magg. And if he pushes me beyond endurance, there will be swordplay—a Fflam is hotheaded—which is hardly courteous behavior from a guest. No, no, we shall all be fine and meet again in the morning.” So saying, Fflewddur shouldered his harp, waved good night, and made his way from the Hall.
    â€œSomething tells me we should keep an eye on the castle,” Taran said to Gurgi. He put a forefinger under Kaw’s feet and set the bird on Gurgi’s shoulder, where the crow immediately began running his beak through Gurgi’s matted hair. “Stay close to Eilonwy’s chamber,” he went on. “I’ll join you soon. Keep Kaw with you and send him to me if anything seems amiss.”

    Gurgi nodded. “Yes, yes,” he whispered. “Loyal Gurgi will stand with watchful waitings. He will guard dreamful drowsings of noble Princess.”
    Unnoticed among the departing guests, Taran walked to the courtyard. Hoping to find Gwydion, he strode quickly toward the stables. Stars filled the clear night sky and a bright moon hung above the crags of Mona. In the stables, Taran discovered no trace of the Prince of Don, but came only upon Fflewddur curled up in the straw, his arm flung around his harp and already snoring peacefully.
    Taran turned once more to the castle, which had by now fallen into darkness. He stood a moment, wondering where else he might seek.
    â€œHullo, hullo!” Prince Rhun burst from around a corner at such a rate he nearly sent Taran sprawling. “Still awake, are you? So am I! My mother says it’s good for me to take a little stroll before sleeping. I suppose you’re doing the same? Very good! We shall walk along together.”
    â€œThat we shall