"Oh, Wednesday," said the Gryffen. It thought about this for a while, mumbling "Wednesday ... Wednesday ..." to itself. It lifted one leg as if to scratch the fly bites, changed its mind in mid-gesture, and dropped the leg again. "Oh, _Wednesday_," it said at last. "So it isn't Saturday?" "No," said David. "What we want to know is--" "Not Saturday," said the Gryffen, sinking down to the ground with a huge sigh of relief. "Ah! Come back on Saturday. Saturday afternoon. I generally get up on Saturday ... in the ... afternoon...." The words faded into a snore. "There you are, my dear fellow," said the Phoenix. "Just as I said. Oaf! Boor!" "A _very_ annoying animal," said David angrily. "I agree, my boy. But the Gryffins are different, I assure you. Now, let me see. Where should we look--" "There they come!" David cried suddenly. "Look!" And indeed, a number of winged creatures were loping down a hillside toward them. "Good heavens!" the Phoenix shouted. "Those are the ones we do _not_ want to meet! On my back, _quick_!" "What are they?" David gasped as he threw himself on the bird's back. "Gryffons!" The Phoenix rushed along the ground a few feet and sprang into the air. But it was too late. The foremost Gryffons, with powerful strokes of their wings, shot up to meet them. The Phoenix swerved sharply. They missed the snapping beak of the first Gryffon by half an inch and dodged the second--only to smash into a third. David was stunned by the blow and the fall. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in the tight grip of two Gryffons. The Phoenix was struggling feebly with another, and still more were crowding around them, screaming like hawks. They looked like the sleeping Gryffen, but were as large as ponies. Their eyes were yellow and unblinking, and their tails twitched like an angry cat's. Their smell, like the lion house in the zoo, made David feel faint. "Well, Phoenix," said the largest Gryffon coldly, "you know the Rule, I believe?" The Phoenix smiled weakly and cleared its throat. "Ah, there, Gryffon," it said unsteadily. "Fancy meeting you here. Ah--ah--rule? What rule?" "Rule 26," said the Gryffon. "'No human being shall be allowed to enter the--'" "Oh, that rule," said the Phoenix, with a careless laugh. "I thought everyone knew that the Council of 1935 had changed it. Can it be that you have not yet heard?" "That won't do, Phoenix. You have also heard, of course, of the penalty for breaking the Rule, which you must suffer along with this human boy?" "Now, one moment, my dear Gryffon! I--ah--" "Death!" The Phoenix quailed, and David's legs went limp under him. But they had no chance to plead with the Gryffons. Their captors formed two lines, one on each side of them, and at a scream of command from the leader, all began to march. The Gryffon that had been holding the Phoenix winked horribly at David and made a throat-cutting gesture with its wing.