volcanoes â thatâs the foreign word for them â as I do.â
âVolcanoes.â Grandfather repeated the word a couple of times, as if trying out a new tool for balance and fit. âHow is it bad?â
Poldarn shrugged. âI donât honestly know,â he admitted. âBut if that red stuff is fire and the white cloud is steam, chances are itâs melting a lot of the pack snow, at the very least. Has the river ever flooded, do you know?â
Halder rubbed his chin. âOnce,â he said, âwhen I was a boy. But that was just months of heavy rain, and everything got so waterlogged there was nowhere for it to go.â
âFine,â Poldarn replied. âAll Iâm thinking is, if thereâs a whole lot of melt water coming off the mountain all at once, itâs got to go somewhere.â
âNot here,â Halder said, after a momentâs thought. âCome summer thaw, the melt always runs off down the other fork of the valley, out to Lyatsbridge and Colscegsford.â He pursed his lips. âColscegâs pretty high up, but I wouldnât want to be in Lyatâs house if youâre right about a spate coming down.â
Rook, whoâd been listening in on the conversation, said, âMaybe Iâd better get over there, in case they havenât figured it for themselves.â
âThe black mareâs saddled,â Halder replied. âI was going to ride back with Colsceg when he went on.â
Rook hurried off; and Poldarn noticed out of the corner of his eye that the stablehands had the horse outside and waiting for him some time before he reached the stable door. âWhat happens next?â Halder asked.
âNo idea,â Poldarn said. âYou sure itâs never done anything like this before?â
âCould well have done, before we were here to see it. But not since weâve been here.â
They stood and watched for a while, but nothing else seemed to be happening. Gradually, people started drifting away, back to work. They seemed uneasy, though, as if theyâd suddenly woken up after an hourâs unscheduled and unexplained sleep. âBloody thing,â Halder muttered resentfully. âAlways something.â
Indeed, Poldarn said to himself; how thoughtless of the mountain to catch on fire, just when everything was going so smoothly. âIs Lyatsbridge a big place?â he asked, by way of making conversation.
âWhat? Oh, no, nothing much; not so big as here, or Colscegsford. Lyat was one of Colscegâs fatherâs men, struck out on his own thirty years back. He took the ford because nobody wanted it, on account of the flooding.â
That seemed to cover that. âDo you want to stay close to the house, in case something happens?â he asked.
Halder shook his head. âDonât suppose thereâs anything to worry about,â he replied, in a voice that suggested he was making it so by saying it out loud. âWe might as well take that walk down as far as your wood, now youâre here.â
And sure enough, Colsceg and his offspring were suddenly there, right behind him. Stands to reason theyâre invited too, Poldarn thought, since Eljaâs going to be living there one day. He looked up at the mountain again, just in case it had stopped performing while his back was turned; but it hadnât. âMaybe Polden fell asleep,â he suggested, âand his chimney caught alight.â
Halder didnât bother to reply to that.
Needless to say, nobody spoke, all the way from the house to the bottom meadow. When they reached the river, the whole party stopped; Poldarn wondered why, then realised that this was the last point from which theyâd be able to see the mountain, without the reverse slope of the combe being in the way.
âStill at it, then,â Colsceg said.
He was right; the mountain was still pouring black smoke into the sky, like a