"What can I do for you to-day, Richard Lord Arden?"
"He's not Lord Arden," said Edred. "I used to be. But even I'm not Lord Arden now. My father is."
"Indeed?" said the Mouldierwarp with an air of polite interest. "You interest me greatly. But my question remains unanswered."
"I want," said Dickie, "to find the lost treasure of Arden, so that the old Castle can be built up again, and the old lands bought back, and the old cottages made pretty and good to live in. Will you please advise me?"
The Mouldierwarp in the magic-lantern picture seemed to scratch his nose thoughtfully with his fore paw.
"It can be done," he said, "but it will be hard. It is almost impossible to find the treasure without waking the Mouldiestwarp, who sits on the green-and-white chequered field of Ardens' shield of arms. And he can only be awakened by some noble deed. Yet noble deeds may chance at any time. And if you go to seek treasure of one kind you may find treasure of another. I have spoken."
It began to fade away, but Elfrida cried, "Oh, don't go. You're just like the Greek oracles. Won't you tell us something plain and straight forward?"
"I will," said the Mouldierwarp, rather shortly.
"Great Arden's Lord no treasure shall regain
Till Arden's Lord is lost and found again."
