‘I still seek entrance,’ Isabel said firmly. She could not turn back without making any attempt, for the Ferryman relied upon her. Who else would help him? The Keeper puffed itself back up to its former proportions, and gazed at her. ‘Who are you?’ ‘I am Miss Isabel Ellerby, of Ferndeane, in England.’ The Keeper mulled this over in silence for an instant, and then said simply: ‘Why?’ ‘I seek information,’ said Isabel guardedly. Should she reveal her full errand to this creature, or not? Would the Keeper approve, or would it share the doubtful opinion of the Ferryman she had heard from others? ‘To what end?’ replied the Keeper in ringing tones. ‘Seek not the Chronicles for the exaltation of the Self, for it shall not be permitted. Is your errand for the good of Aylfenhame?’ ‘Do not tr

