“I will not wait the tenth part of a second，” said the King. “But while Jewel and I go forward， do you gallop as hard as you may to Cair Paravel. Here is my ring for your token. Get me a score of men.at.arms， all well mounted， and a score of Talking Dogs， and ten Dwarfs （let them all be fell archers）， and a Leopard or so， and Stonefoot the Giant. Bring all these after us as quickly as may be.”
“With a good will， Sire，” said Roonwit. And at once he turned and galloped Eastward down the valley.
The King strode on at a great pace， sometimes muttering to himself and sometimes clenching his fists. Jewel walked beside him， saying nothing； so there was no sound between them but the faint jingle of a rich gold chain that hung round the Unicorn‘s neck and the noise of two feet and four hoofs.