Free Crystal Cave by Mary Stewart Page B

down on the ledge. It was wide and flat and held me comfortably enough, prone, with my head pillowed on my bent arms, and turned towards the cleft.
    Below me, Galapas said softly: "Think of nothing. I have the reins in my hand; it is not for you yet. Watch only."
    I heard him move back across the cave towards the mirror.
    The cave was bigger than I had imagined. It stretched upwards further than I could see, and the floor was worn smooth. I had even been wrong about the crystals; the glimmer that reflected the torchlight came only from puddles on the floor, and a place on one wall where a thin slither of moisture betrayed a spring somewhere above.
    The torches, jammed into cracks in the cave wall, were cheap ones, of rag stuffed into cracked horns —
    the rejects from the workshops. They burned sullenly in the bad air. Though the place was cold, the men worked naked save for loincloths, and sweat ran over their backs as they hacked at the rock-face, steady ceaseless tapping blows that made no noise, but you could see the muscles clench and jar under the torchlit sweat. Beneath a knee-high overhang at the base of the wall, flat on their backs in a pool of seepage, two men hammered upwards with shortened, painful blows at rock within inches of their faces.
    On the wrist of one of them I saw the shiny pucker of an old brand.
    One of the hewers at the face doubled up, coughing, then with a glance over his shoulder stifled the cough and got back to work. Light was growing in the cave, coming from a square opening like a doorway, which gave on a curved tunnel down which a fresh torch — a good one — came.
    Four boys appeared, filthy with dust and naked like the others, carrying deep baskets, and behind them came a man dressed in a brown tunic smudged with damp. He had the torch in one hand and in the other a tablet which he stood studying with frowning brows while the boys ran with their baskets to the rock-face and began to shovel the fallen rock into them. After a while the foreman went forward to the face and studied it, holding his torch high. The men drew back, thankful it seemed for the respite, and one of them spoke to the foreman, pointing first at the workings, then at the seeping damp at the far side of the cave.
    The boys had shovelled and scrabbled their baskets full, and dragged them back from the face. The foreman, with a shrug and a grin, took a silver coin from his pouch and, with the gambler's practiced flick, tossed it. The workmen craned to see. Then the man who had spoken turned back to the face and drove the pick in.
    The crack widened, and dust rushed down, blotting out the light. Then in the wake of the dust came the water.

    "Drink this," said Galapas.
    "What is it?"
    "One of my brews, not yours; it's quite safe. Drink it."
    "Thanks. Galapas, the cave is crystal still. I — dreamed it differently."
    "Never mind that now. How do you feel?"
    "Odd...I can't explain. I feel all right, only a headache, but — empty, like a shell with the snail out of it.
    No, like a reed with the pith pulled out."
    "A whistle for the winds. Yes. Come down to the brazier."
    When I sat in my old place, with a cup of mulled wine in my hands, he asked: "Where were you?"
    I told him what I had seen, but when I began to ask what it meant, and what he knew, he shook his head. "I think this has already gone past me. I do not know. All I know is that you must finish that wine quickly and go home. Do you realize how long you lay there dreaming? The moon is up."
    I started to my feet. "Already? It must be well past supper-time. If they're looking for me —"
    "They will not be looking for you. Other things are happening. Go and find out for yourself — and make sure you are part of them."
    "What do you mean?"
    "Only what I say. Whatever means you have to use, go with the King. Here, don't forget this." He thrust my jerkin into my arms.
    I took it blindly, staring. "He's leaving Maridunum?"
    "Yes. Only for a while. I don't know how