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"Ah, I fear not, sweet Gwendylon," Toby sighed. "When I said I must be away, I
spoke not lightly. Queen Catharine is wroth, and the King waxes somber."

"Oh." Gwen's glance went to Rod, and a shadow crossed herface. "Well, I should
not complain. I've had thee home a week, now."

" 'Fraid the work goes with the title, dear," Rod said, commiserating. "Twenty-
four-hour call, and all that." He turned to Toby. "What's going on?"

"I know only that I was summoned to fetch thee, with their Majesties'
compliments and a request for greatest speed." Toby inclined his head
knowingly. "Yet I know the Lord Abbot approaches Runnymede at greatest
speed."

"Yeah, there has been something brewing between the Church and the Crown,
hasn't there? Well, I'd better let Tuan fill me in on it."

"In Runnymede, then!" Toby raised his hand in farewell. " 'Til next we meet, fair
mother!" And his form started to waver around the edges.



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"Toby," Gwen said, quickly but firmly, and the young warlock's form stabilized
again. "Not in the house, if you please," she explained. "An' you do, the boys'll
be popping in and out in all manner of places the rest of the day, and part of the
night!"

"Oh! Aye, I had forgot. Well, 'tis gratifying to know they hold me in such regard.
Farewell, children!" He doffed his cap, and stepped to the door.

"Uncle Toby!" cried three anguished voices, and they pressed forward to their
friend. He slipped a hand into his belt-purse, cast a quick, furtive look at Gwen,
then tossed a quick spray of candies at the children and ducked out the door as
they scrambled for the booty.

Gwen heaved a sigh. "They'll never eat now! Well, I'd best delay dinner."

"Yeah, but I think you'dbetter not keep it warm for me." Rod looked up at the
thunder-rumble as air rushed in to fill the space where the young warlock had
just disappeared. He turned back to Gwen. "From the sound of it, this could go
on for some time."

Gwen shook her head. "But why do they not call thee when they know such
broils are brewing? Why do they always wait 'til the troubles are come?"