the dogs began to paw and snarl to get at the Dorig. Those who were not holding dogs had their spears aimed at it. Slowly and haughtily, the Dorig looked round the hostile ring. It was a good head taller even than Gest. But it still said nothing.
âYouâre outnumbered,â said Gest. âThereâs nothing you can do. Get out of here.â
The Dorig did not say a word to this, either, but it plainly understood. It simply turned and dived into the pool. It made barely a splash. Smokily, it slid under the surface of the water and was gone, with not much more disturbance than if someone had thrown a small pebble into the pond. Indeed, Gair had the impression that the Dorig did become smallerâalmost half the sizeâbefore it had quite reached the water.
Gest looked at the rippling white pool for a moment, as if something puzzled him. âLucky for you two that we missed you,â he said to Gair and Ceri. âKeep up with the rest in future.â He had been pleased to find the two boys standing their ground against a full-grown Dorig warrior, but it never occurred to him to say so.
They felt they were in disgrace. As they moved on again, Ceri burst into tears. He swore to Gair that he was crying out of annoyance. It had never occurred to him to put a Thought on the Dorig. Gair said sourly that it made a good story. He was quite as shaken as Ceri, but he hoped no one had noticed.
âYou had a narrow escape,â Brad said, coming up alongside Gair. âWhy didnât you keep clear of the water? Didnât you notice the cold?â
âYes. But I thought that was the mist,â Gair admitted. He liked Brad best of all the boys in Garholt, or he would not have admitted it. âWhy do they make it cold? Do you know?â
âFishiness, I expect,â said Brad. âTheyâre cold-blooded, arenât they? Ask my father.â
Gair left Ceri with Brad and trotted up beside Banot. Banot grinned. âYouâve got your motherâs knack of asking the difficult questions, Gair. I donât think they are cold-blooded, but I couldnât say for sure. As for making it cold, they say the shape-shifting does it. It takes a good deal of heat to shift shapes, and they get it from the air. Itâs likeâwell, you may find it grows cold when Ceri puts a Thought on someone.â
âThanks,â said Gair. Banot had given him a great deal to think about, but it did nothing to stop his growing feeling of shame. He had been so stupid! He had walked into standing water with Ceri, and it had taken the whole hunt to rescue them. No wonder Gest was disappointed in him. He longed to proveâto himself at leastâthat he was not quite that stupid and ordinary. He trotted back and asked Ceri to put a Thought on something.
Ceri, to Bradâs keen amazement, obligingly broke his spear in two and joined it again. But, either this was only a very small Thought, or the dawn mists were still too chilly. Gair could not tell if the air round Ceri had gone any colder. Neither could Brad.
âIâll do something else when we get home,â Ceri offered. Gair agreed that would be best. They turned for home soon after, and Gair thought about their narrow escape most of the way. He had been terrified, he had to admit that. The noisy, heavy Giants beating the bank of the dike for him had been nothing to the silent silver Dorig. It was the queerness of the Dorig that made it so frightening. Even Banot did not claim to understand or explain them; and Banot, Miri had told Gair, had made quite a study of the Dorig. Gair thought Banot must be a very brave man. He wished he was more like him. He was so ashamed of himself that he began to think he would like to find out more about Dorig, too, in spite of his horror at the mere idea. No one thought Banot stupid.
Gair never had a chance to find out if Ceriâs Thoughts made the air cold. They arrived in Garholt that evening
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