Quest for the Faradawn - страница 9

When Brock emerged into the cold night, the moon was shining down in between the great belt of rhododendrons to his left and the trunk of the Great Beech; there was still time enough to walk to the Council before Moon-High, when the meeting would open. He gave a little bark from the foot of the tree to tell Warrigal he was on his way and the owl answered Toowitt-Toowoo’ before flying off through the trees. Brock made his way along the front of the wood to the old wooden stile at the comer, where he turned right and followed the little stream back into the wood until he was almost at the fields which lay at the rear. He had decided tonight not to take the short cut over the little stream; it would not bear thinking about if he fell in and turned up at this meeting, of all meetings, looking like a large drowned rat. Besides there was no hurry and he wanted time to think before he arrived. The little stream, which was really a drainage ditch dug by the Urkku, formed a large T and so divided Silver Wood roughly into three different sections, each of which was very different in character. Above the horizontal stroke of the T the wood was full of fairly new birches, very close together so that they had grown tall and thin and straight as they competed for light. The wood was dark here as, even in winter when there were no leaves, the light found it hard to penetrate the thick web of branches and twigs. In autumn the floor of this part of the wood was full of all types of toadstools but very little grew at any other time of the year. The front of the wood, to the left of the perpendicular stroke of the T, was where Brock lived. This part again had two different sections and the Great Beech was at the centre of the division. To the right of it there were few trees, mostly oaks and elms and ash and the floor here was made up of large tussocks of grass with the odd clump of heather. To the left of the beech there was a large bank of rhododendrons which went right back to the little stream, and where these petered out at the edge of the wood there were some more enormous beeches along with some splendid elms. The whole of this front part of the wood looked out on to a square flat field, then another field which rose sharply into a bank. To the left of that stood the pond surrounded by hawthorns, hazel trees and elders. The back of the wood contained a large number of tall silver birch trees and it was these that gave the wood its name. Many of them had died and their trunks lay slowly rotting year by year. Fungi grew out of them, and ants, beetles and woodlice made their homes there. The floor of this part of the wood was nearly all bracken which in the summer formed a lush green jungle and on frosty winter days a crackly brown matting which crunched with every step. This area eventually gave way to another of giant elms and ash where the ground was peaty and grew grasses, mosses and, in the spring, a carpet of bluebells which scented the whole back of the wood with their perfume. The fields at the back formed a steep bank which led down again into a sandy hollow and then, in the distance, to the stream where Tara went in the summer to collect meadowsweet and rushes for the sett. And beyond that was Tall Wood where none of the animals had been and where it was said that the Elflord lived with the other magical peoples.

The Council Meetings were always held in the back part of the wood in a fairly large open space bordered on one side by the little stream with the rhododendrons behind it on the far bank and, on the other three, by a semi-circular belt of smaller rhododendrons, old tree stumps and new young birch and ash saplings. As Brock walked along the bank at the back of the wood he could hear hundreds of little crunching and rustling noises as the inhabitants of the wood made their way over the frozen snow. Suddenly, from behind him, he heard an enormous splash and he turned round to see Sam, the dog from the village, swimming vigorously and noisily across the stream.