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said. "We'd run out, you see? and we had to break up some of the furniture
toтАФ"

"Nonsense," Merlin interrupted her "There is plenty here. See for yourself."

With a confused expression on her face, Jenny went toward him and looked. I
heard her gasp. "My God! But... how can that be? It's impossible!'' She
turned
toward me with a look of complete mystification. "Tom..."
I frowned and went to look for myself. The entire back entryway was stacked
with
split cordwood right up to the ceiling.

"Tom, there wasn't any wood at all!" said Jenny with disbelief. "I swear to
you... none of this was here before!"

"Ah, we seem to have all .the makings of a proper feast here," I heard Merlin
say, and I turned around to see him standing at the open pantry.

"Now, see here, old chap,'' I said, moving toward him, and then I stopped and
stared with slack-jawed astonishment at the contents of the pantry. There
were
smoked hams and partfridges, sausages, loaves of fresh-baked bread, a turkey,
salted venison, sacks of flour and salt and sugar, jars of comb honey, dried
fruits, a veritable cornucopia of food taking up every square inch of space.

"What the devil..." I said.

I heard Jenny gasp behind me and I turned to see her staring over my shoulder
at
the contents of the pantry, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Tom... I... I don't understand..." she said, shaking her head. "None of this
was here before! I know it seems impossible, but you simply must believe me!"

"I believe you, Jenny," I said slowly, turning to look toward the strange old
man. He had gone back into the living room and was now seated on the couch,
removing a pouch from his robe and packing a large, curved briar with tobacco.

"Tom... who is that old man?" asked Jenny.

I stared at him as he puffed his pipe alight. Was it merely my overwrought
imagination, or had he not struck a match? For a moment, I could have sworn
he'd
simply snapped his fingers and the Same came from his thumb. But, clearly,
that
was absurd.

"I met him in the woods," I replied uncertainly. "He... uh... he said his
name