And when he returned at last from his useless
search he found Morano standing by a good fire, and the sight of
it a little cheered Rodriguez, and the sight of the firelight on
Morano's face, and the homely comfort of the camp, for everything
is comparative.
And over their supper Rodriguez and Alderon agreed that they had
come to a part of the forest too remote from the home of the King
of Shadow Valley, and decided to go the next day to the house of
the green bowmen: and before he slept Rodriguez felt once more
that all was well with his castle.
Yet when the next day came they searched again, for Rodriguez
remembered how it was to this very place that the King of Shadow
Valley had bidden him come in four weeks, and though this period
was not yet accomplished, he felt, and Alderon fully agreed, they
had waited long enough: so they searched all the morning, and then
fulfilled their decision of overnight by riding for the great
cottage Rodriguez knew. All the way they met no one. And
Rodriguez' gaiety came back as they rode, for he and Don Alderon
recognised more and more clearly that the bowmen's great cottage
was the place they should have gone at first.
In early evening they were just at their journey's end; but barely
had they left the track that they had ridden the day before,
barely taken the smaller path that led after a few hundred yards
to the cottage when they found themselves stopped by huge chains
that hung from tree to tree.
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