The Black Cauldron (The Chronicles Of Prydain) - Plot & Excerpts
Nevertheless, at dawn he roused the companions and with much effort they began roping the Crochan to Lluagor and Melynlas. When they finished, Taran glanced around him uneasily. “There is no concealment for us on these moors,” he said. “I had hoped we might keep to the flatlands where our journey would be easier. But I fear that Arawn will have his gwythaints seeking the Crochan. Sooner or later they will find us, and here they could fall on us like hawks on chickens.” “Please don’t mention chickens,” said the bard with a sour grimace. “I had quite enough of that from Orddu.” “Gurgi will protect kind master!” shouted Gurgi. Taran smiled and put a hand on Gurgi’s shoulder. “I know you’ll do your best,” he said. “But all of us together are no match for even one gwythaint.” Taran shook his head. “No,” he said reluctantly, “I think we had better turn north to the Forest of Idris. It’s the longest way around, but at least it would give us some cover.”
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