Although the Faerie Queen set things in motion yesterday by dispatching her personal aide to where the Crack of Doom is held in secret, Dunfallon and I were sent back to our quarters again – to wait. A fact that was not as grating on my pixie friend as before with the promise that the bell was to be delivered to a tower on the inner wall of the queen’s castle. There the Queen’s carpenters under the High Fairy’s supervision were assigned to prepare a scaffolding for it.
We joined them when Merlin returned with representatives from the dwarves, the elves and the goblins. The wizard has calculated the necessity of each having a hand in the ringing of the bell. All responded willingly.
So, after Dunfallon helped lash the bell to the framework of the scaffolding and most importantly of all had immobilized its clapper from swinging, we were ready to begin. The pixie and I lined up with the other representatives from the other lands around the object Rumble had fashioned and awaited the Queen’s order.
At her nod we rammed the bell striker at the Crack of Doom.
We felt the sound first through our hands on the striker. Then in the air speeding away from the tower in a deep sonorous roar.
Then the wait began.