Taran Wanderer: The Chronicles of Prydain, Book 4 by Lloyd Alexander (English) P

Description: Taran Wanderer by Lloyd Alexander Frequently republished with the same ISBN but slightly differing bibliographical details. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Taran Wanderer, the fourth book in Lloyd Alexanders The Chronicles of Prydain Taran is an Assistant Pig-Keeper no longer--he has become a hero. Now he dreams of winning the hand of Princess Eilonwy, but how can someone who has spent his whole life caring for a pig hope to marry royalty? Taran must find out who he really is. Eager to learn his origins and hoping to discover noble roots, Taran sets off with the faithful Gurgi. The journey takes the companions to the three witches in the Marshes of Morva and through the many realms of Prydain. At last they reach the mystical Mirror of Llunet, which reveals a persons true identity. Yet Taran may not be ready to face the truth. . . . Includes a new pronunciation guide. Author Biography Lloyd Alexander (1924-2007) was the author of more than forty books for children and adults, including the beloved childrens fantasy series, the Chronicles of Prydain, one of the most widely read series in the history of fantasy and the inspiration for the animated Disney film, The Black Cauldron. His books have won numerous awards, including the Newbery Medal, the Newbery Honor, and the National Book Award for Juvenile Literature. Review "There is no paucity of daring forays, wicked enchanters, tiny people, desperate fights, et cetera; there is in fact all of the color and adventure one expects in the land of fantasy." --Bulletin of the Center for Childrens Books "Through fantasy, that struggle for self-knowledge becomes clear." --School Library Journal "Alexanders books remain my sentimental favorites.... And "Taran Wanderer" is the volume that thrilled me the most." --Greg Pak, NewsARama.com Review Quote "There is no paucity of daring forays, wicked enchanters, tiny people, desperate fights, et cetera; there is in fact all of the color and adventure one expects in the land of fantasy." -- Bulletin of the Center for Childrens Books Excerpt from Book Taran Wanderer CHAPTER ONE Who Am I? I t was full springtime, with promise of the richest summer the farm had ever seen. The orchard was white with fragrant blossoms; the newly planted fields lay light as green mist. Yet the sights and scents gave Taran little joy. To him, Caer Dallben was empty. Though he helped Coll with the weeding and cultivating, and tended the white pig, Hen Wen, with as much care as ever, he went about his tasks distractedly. One thought alone was in his mind. "Now, my boy," Coll said good-naturedly, as they finished the mornings milking, "Ive seen you restless as a wolf on a tether ever since you came back from the Isle of Mona. Pine for the Princess Eilonwy if you must, but dont upset the milk pail." The stout old warrior clapped Taran on the shoulder. "Come, cheer up. Ill teach you the high secrets of planting turnips. Or raising cabbages. Or whatever you might want to know." Taran shook his head. "What I would know only Dallben can tell me." "Take my counsel, then," said Coll. "Trouble Dallben with noneof your questions. His thoughts are on deeper matters. Have patience and bide your time." Taran rose to his feet. "I can bide my time no longer. It is in my heart to speak with him now." "Have a care," warned Coll as Taran strode to the door of the shed. "His disposition rubs a little thin!" Taran made his way through the cluster of low-roofed farm buildings. In the cottage, at the hearthside, a black-robed woman crouched and tended the cooking fire. She did not raise her head or speak. It was Achren. Thwarted in her scheme to regain her ancient power from the ruined Castle of Llyr, the once-haughty Queen had accepted the refuge Dallben offered; though, by her own choice, she who had long ago ruled Prydain toiled now at the tasks Eilonwy had done before departing for Mona, and at days end silently vanished to her pallet of straw in the granary. Before Dallbens chamber Taran paused uneasily, then rapped quickly on the door. Entering at the enchanters command, he found Dallben bent over The Book of Three, which lay open on the cluttered table. Much as he longed for a glimpse at even one page of this secret volume, Taran kept his distance from it. Once, in boyhood, he dared touch the ancient, leather-bound tome, and his fingers smarted again at the memory. "I never cease to wonder," Dallben testily remarked, closing The Book of Three and glancing at Taran, "that the young, with all their pride of strength, should find their own concerns such a weighty burden they must be shared with the old. Whereas, the old"--he waived a frail, bony hand. "But no matter, no matter. For the sakeof my temper I hope your purpose in interrupting me is an excellent one. "First, before you ask," Dallben went on, "I assure you the Princess Eilonwy is well and no more unhappy than any pretty young madcap obliged to turn a hand to sewing instead of swordplay. Second, you are as aware as I am that Kaw has not yet returned. By now, I daresay he has borne my potion to Glews cavern, and the giant-by-accident who troubled you so much on Mona will shrink to the small stature he once had. But you also know your crow for a rascal and one to linger wherever he finds sport. Finally, an Assistant Pig-Keeper should have tasks enough to busy himself outdoors. What, then, brings you here?" "One thing only," Taran said. "All that I have I owe to your kindness. You have given me a home and a name, and let me live as a son in your household. Yet who am I, in truth? Who are my parents? You have taught me much, but kept this always from me." "Since it has been always thus," Dallben replied, "why should it trouble you now?" When Taran bowed his head and did not answer, the old enchanter smiled shrewdly at him. "Speak up, my boy. If you want truth, you should begin by giving it. Behind your question I think I see the shadow of a certain golden-haired Princess. Is that not so?" Tarans face flushed. "It is so," he murmured. He raised his eyes to meet Dallbens. "When Eilonwy returns, it--it is in my heart to ask her to wed. But this I cannot do," he burst out, "this I will not do until I learn who I am. An unknown foundling with a borrowedname cannot ask for the hand of a Princess. What is my parentage? I cannot rest until I know. Am I lowly born or nobly?" "To my mind," Dallben said softly, "the latter would please you better." "It would be my hope," Taran admitted, a little abashed. "But no matter. If there is honor--yes, let me share it. If there is shame, let me face it." "It takes as much strength of heart to share the one as to face the other," Dallben replied gently. He turned his careworn face to Taran. "But alas," he said, "what you ask I may not answer. Prince Gwydion knows no more than I," he went on, sensing Tarans thought. "Nor can the High King Math help you." "Then let me learn for myself," Taran cried. "Give me leave to seek my own answer." Dallben studied him carefully. The enchanters eyes fell on The Book of Three and he gazed long at it, as though his glance penetrated deep into the worn leather volume. "Once the apple is ripe," he murmured to himself, "no man can turn it back to a greening." His voice grew heavy with sorrow as he said to Taran, "Is this indeed your wish?" Tarans heart quickened. "I ask nothing more." Dallben nodded. "So it must be. Journey, then, wherever you choose. Learn what lies in your power to learn." "You have all my thanks," Taran cried joyfully, bowing deeply. "Let me start without delay. I am ready ..." Before he could finish the door burst open and a shaggy figure sped across the chamber and flung itself at Tarans feet. "No, no, no!" howled Gurgi at the top of his voice, rocking back and forthand waving his hairy arms. "Sharp-eared Gurgi hears all! Oh, yes, with listenings behind the door!" His face wrinkled in misery and he shook his matted head so violently he nearly sprawled flat on the floor. "Poor Gurgi will be lone and lorn with whinings and pinings!" he moaned. "Oh, he must go with master, yes, yes!" Taran put a hand on Gurgis shoulder. "It would sadden me to leave you, old friend. But my road, I fear, may be a long one." "Faithful Gurgi will follow!" pleaded Gurgi. "He is strong, bold, and clever to keep kindly master from harmful hurtings!" Gurgi began snuffling loudly, whimpering and moaning more desperately than before; and Taran, who could not bring himself to deny the unhappy creature, looked questioningly at Dallben. A strange glance of pity crossed the enchanters face. "Gurgis staunchness and good sense I do not doubt," he said to Taran. "Though before your search is ended, the comfort of his kindly heart may stand you in better stead. Yes," he added slowly, "if Gurgi is willing, let him journey with you." Gurgi gave a joyous yelp, and Taran bowed gratefully to the enchanter. "So be it," Dallben said. "Your road indeed will not be easy, but set out on it as you choose. Though you may not find what you seek, you will surely return a little wiser--and perhaps even grown to manhood in your own right." That night Taran lay restless. Dallben had agreed the two companions could depart in the morning, but for Taran the hours until sunrise weighed like the links of a heavy chain. A plan had formed in his mind, but he had said nothing of it to Dallben, Coll, or Gurgi; for he was half fearful of what he had decided. While hisheart ached at the thought of leaving Caer Dallben, it ached the more with impatience to begin his journey; and it was as though his yearning for Eilonwy, the love he had often hidden or even denied, now swelled like a flood, driving him before it. Long before dawn Taran rose and saddled the gray, silver-maned stallion, Melynlas. While Gurgi, blinking and yawning, readied his own mount, a short, stocky pony almost as shaggy as himself, Taran went alone to Hen Wens enclosure. As though she had already sensed Tarans decision, the white pig squealed dolefully as he knelt and put an arm around her. "Farewell, Hen," Taran said, scratching her bristly chin. "Remember me kindly. Coll will care for you until I ... Oh, Hen," he murmured, "shall I come happily to the end of my quest? Can you tell me? Can you give me some sign of good hope?" In answer, however, the oracular pig only wheezed and grunted anxiously. Taran sighed and gave Hen Wen a last affectionate pat. Dallben had hobbled into the dooryard, and beside him Coll raised a torch, for the morning still was dark. Like Dallbens, the old warriors face in the wavering light was filled with fond concern. Taran embraced them, and to him it seemed his love for both had never been greater than at this leave-taking as they said their farewells. Gurgi sat hunched atop the pony. Slung from his shoulder was his leather wallet with its inexhaustible supply of food. Bearing only his sword at his belt and the silver-bound battle horn Eilonwy had given him, Taran swung astride the impatient Melynlas, constraining himself not to glance backward, knowing if he did, his parting would grieve him the more deeply. The two wayfarers rode steadily while the sun climbed higherabove the rolling, tree-fringed hills. Taran had spoken little, and Gurgi trotted quietly behind him, delving now and again into the leather wallet for a handful of food which he munched contentedly. When they halted to water their mounts at a stream, Gurgi clambered down and went to Tarans side. "Kindly master," he cried, "faithful Gurgi follo Description for Library The fourth book of the Prydain cycle tells of the adventures that befell Taran when he went in search of his birthright and the truth about himself. Details ISBN0805080511 Author Lloyd Alexander Short Title TARAN WANDERER Language English ISBN-10 0805080511 ISBN-13 9780805080513 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Series Number 04 Year 2006 Residence Drexel Hill, PA, US Edition 4th Illustrator David Wyatt DOI 10.1604/9780805080513 Subtitle The Chronicles of Prydain, Book 4 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2006-05-16 NZ Release Date 2006-05-16 US Release Date 2006-05-16 UK Release Date 2006-05-16 Audience Age 9-12 Series Chronicles of Prydain Publication Date 2006-05-16 Audience Children / Juvenile Pages 256 Publisher Square Fish Imprint Square Fish We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:2607679;

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