The other moved to a tree whose great roots pushed above the soil. “Come sit here, younger brother, and listen to me!”
Thomas Bettany obeyed and he moved as one in a dream, or as though the wood had grown a magic wood. “You have become leader here. Something has come to bloom and to fruit in you in a night!”
“I shall not go upon the Vineyard unless there go two.”
“Two?”
“Unless she that lies in prison goes.”
“Morgen Fay!”
“Aye. Morgen Fay—Morgen Fay.”
Bettany put hands to tree to steady himself. “What is here?”
“Didst never read that man holds within himself autumn, winter, spring and summer, the moon, the earth, the sun and the four kingdoms? Maybe the fifth, but we have not come to that yet.”