called. The darkness had lifted by then, and the owl was out over the fern again.
‘He called back, reading the runes on the iron; —
"Few can see
Further forth
Than when the Child
Meets the Cold Iron."
and there he stood, in clear starlight, with a new, heavy, shining slave-ring round his proud neck.
‘"Is this how it goes?" he asked, while the Lady Esclairmonde cried.
‘"That is how it goes," I said. He hadn’t snapped the catch home yet, though.
‘"What fortune does it mean for him?" said Sir Huon, while the Boy fingered the ring. "You who walk under Cold Iron, you must tell us and teach us."
‘"Tell I can, but teach I cannot," I said. "The virtue of the Ring is only that he must go among folk in housen henceforward, doing what they want done, or what he knows they need, all Old England over. Never will he be his own master, nor yet ever any man’s. He will get half he gives, and give twice what he gets, till his life’s last breath; and if he lays aside his load before he draws that last breath, all his work will go for naught."
‘"Oh, cruel, wicked Thor!" cried the Lady Esclairmonde. "Ah, look, see, all of you! The catch is still open! He hasn’t locked it. He can still take it off. He can still come back. Come back!" She
