Once they were out of the sentry’s hearing, Lawnslod turned to them. “I must confess that it hath been many years since last I had so much enjoyment. I must congratulate thee all on renewing such a ‘daring spirit’ within my breast once more.”
“Did Clogfryn really do such things with you?” Nomis asked curiously.
“That, Master Nomis, thou must ask of Clogfryn, but yes, if memory serveth me correctly, we did make such sport together. Not exactly the telling of untruths, but merely not telling the whole of the truth, … or perchance only saying that which a person needeth, or indeed, wanteth to know!”
“You utterly amaze me,” Gludog said, “I can see I’ll have to look on you in a different light from now on!”
“Now, now little friends, thou must not judge so hastily. Indeed, we hath shared an adventure together, but I should prefer if this business remained private within the tower. Do I have your pledges to secrecy on all that thou hast seen me do this day?” Lawnslod wore a worried frown.
“You have my pledge until I die!” announced Robyn in his own inimitable fashion.
“Ours too!” Gludog and Nomis rejoined. Then suddenly realising that they had inadvertently spoken for each other, they exchanged startled looks and laughed.
At length, they arrived at the exit at the end of the long sentry-post tunnel, which wound its way through the massive stone blocks of the Hunters’ Tower. The day had moved on and as far as Nomis could judge it was late afternoon. Lawnslod shook his right hand, which reminded him of that other farewell between Pelydryn and Aurwyn, that seemed so long ago now. It must have shown.
By way of explanation, Lawnslod said: “This, my new young friend, is a customary mark of respect, as well as being both a greeting and farewell amongst my folk, the Ellylls of the Gatehouse Tower. The open and empty palm signifieth no weapon is being concealed.”
Nomis felt honoured, considering he was a stranger to both the Gatehouse and Hunters’ Towers, and that he had only just met these new friends today.