Chapter 23 No.23

The Rendezvous at the Forge

Beside the forge-fire stood Gr?l. On his left arm was perched Philip, half wrapped in the black-and-yellow cloak, and playing with Gr?l's white wand. At the back of the forge, fettered to the wall, and with his hands bound behind him, stood the black form of our adversary. Gr?l was heaving upon the bellows, and in the