entered, one of the white-robed Stors in attendance came up to greet them. He beckoned wordlessly, then led them down a long, empty hallway. At its end was a single closed door. The Stor knocked once, turned, and left. Wil glanced uneasily at Flick, but the elder Ohmsford was staring fixedly at the closed door. Together they waited.
Then the door swung open and Allanon stood before them. He looked for all the world as if he had not been injured at all. No wounds were visible. The black robes that cloaked his tall frame were clean of blood. His face was somewhat drawn, but showed no sign of any pain. His penetrating gaze settled on the Valemen for a moment, then one hand motioned toward a small table with four chairs set about it.
âWhy donât we sit there while we talk?â He made the suggestion seem almost an order.
They entered and seated themselves on the chairs. The room was windowless and bare of furnishings, except for the table and chairs and a large bed. Wil glanced about briefly, then turned his attention to the Druid. Allanon had been described to him by both Flick and Shea on dozens of occasions, and he looked now exactly as he had been described. But how could that be, Wil wondered, when the descriptions were of a man they had not seen since before the time of his birth?
âWell, here we are,â Flick said finally, when it appeared that no one was ever going to say anything.
Allanon smiled faintly. âIt seems so.â
âYou look well enough for a man who was half-dead just a few hours earlier.â
âThe Stors are very adept at their art, as you of all people should know,â the Druid replied rather too pleasantly. âBut Iâm afraid I do not feel half so well as I should. How are you, Flick?â
âOlder and wiser, I hope,â the Valeman declared meaningfully.
Allanon did not respond. His gaze shifted abruptly to Wil. For a moment he said nothing further, his dark face inscrutable as he studied the younger Ohmsford. Wil sat quietly and did not turn away, though the Druidâs eyes made him uneasy. Then slowly Allanon leaned forward in his chair, his great hands settling on the table top and folding together.
âI need your help, Wil Ohmsford,â he stated quietly. Both Valemen stared at him. âI need you to come with me into the Westland.â
âI knew it,â muttered Flick, shaking his head.
Allanon smiled ruefully. âIt is comforting to know, Flick, that some things in this life never change. You are certainly proof of that. Would it matter at all if I were to tell you that Wilâs help is needed not for me, but for the Elven people and in particular, a young Elven girl?â
âNo, it would not,â the Valeman replied without a momentâs hesitation. âHeâs not going and thatâs the end of it.â
âWait a minute, Uncle Flick,â Wil interjected quickly. âIt may well be that Iâm not going, but I would like to be the one who makes that decision. At least, we can hear something more about what it is that Iâm needed to do.â
Flick ignored the reprimand. âBelieve me, you do not want to hear another word. This is exactly how the trouble begins. This is exactly how it began for your grandfather fifty years ago.â He looked quickly at Allanon. âIsnât that true? Isnât this exactly how things started when you came to Shady Vale and told us all about the Sword?â
Allanon nodded. âIt is.â
âThereâyou see!â Flick declared triumphantly. âExactly the same. Iâll wager this journey youâve got planned for him is dangerous, too, isnât it?â
Again the Druid nodded.
âWell, then,â the Valeman sat back, satisfaction etched into his bearded face. âI should think that settles the matter. Youâre asking too much. Heâs not going.â
Allanonâs dark eyes glittered. âHe must
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