Ancalimon had reached the area adjacent to the Fens of Serech in the very late hours of the night. He hid the old cart in a stand of trees and removed the bridle and harness from the pony. He bade the pony come back when he should call again, but until that time he was free to forage and wander where he might.
The man stood in a small, dark clearing and called out with his mind.
I have need of swift travel, O King. Will you bear me?
He stood in silence beneath the cloudy, starless sky and waited.
As you wish, friend. came the reply.
Then came the rush of mighty wings as the great eagle drew near the clearing, and then landed silently. He spoke urgently to Ancalimon's mind.
Come! Mount swiftly! We must be away before any see us. Where are you bound?
To the sea. To the ship, from whence came the winged dragon.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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