` Yes -- in the Cave we first met , and we were both raised to the Degree of Gryphons together . ' Parnesius lifted his hand towards his neck for an instant . ` He had been on the Wall two years , and knew the Picts well . He taught me first how to take Heather . ' ` What 's that ? ' said Dan . ` Going out hunting in the Pict country with a tame Pict . You are quite safe so long as you are his guest , and wear a sprig of heather where it can be seen . If you went alone you would surely be killed , if you were not smothered first in the bogs . Only the Picts know their way about those black and hidden bogs . Old Allo , the one-eyed , withered little Pict from whom we bought our ponies , was our special friend . At first we went only to escape from the terrible town , and to talk together about our homes . Then he showed us how to hunt wolves and those great red deer with horns like Jewish candlesticks . The Roman-born officers rather looked down on us for doing this , but we preferred the heather to their amusements . Believe me , ' Parnesius turned again to Dan , ' a boy is safe from all things that really harm when he is astride a pony or after a deer . Do you remember , O Faun , ' -- he turned to Puck -- ` the little altar I built to the Sylvan Pan by the pine-forest beyond the brook ? ' ` Which ? The stone one with the line from Xenophon ? ' said Puck , in quite a new voice . ` No !
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