In the morning Doli took his leave of them. Kaw, at Doli's request, had already begun flying to the Fair Folk realm with tidings that all was well; from there, the crow would rejoin Taran. “I'd go with you if I could,” the dwarf said to Taran. “The thought of an Assistant Pig-Keeper blundering his way through the Llawgadarn Mountains makes my hair stand on end. But I dare not. Eiddileg must have the jewel safely. And who's to bring it to him? Good old Doli! Humph!” “It saddens me to part with you,” Taran said, “but you've helped me more than I could hope. The Lake of Llunet bears the same name as the Mirror and perhaps will lead me to it.” “Farewell, then,” said Doli. “You've kept us all from being frogs or worse and restored a treasure to us. You'll not regret it. We Fair Folk have long memories.” The dwarf clasped hands with the travelers, and pulled his leather cap tighter on his head.
