(in ĎAfter the King: Stories in Honour of J.R.R. Tolkiení)
This one rates an A if only because itís the only story in the book that stuck in my mind later, and I felt like reading it again. I was surprised to find it was written by Poul Anderson - Iíve just read him in standard Sci-fi short story settings.
A natty little story, but set up as if part of a wider history (dare I say Tolkien-esque). The dialogue between kids is a bit naff, but the idea works, and the mood is excellent. It works a lot in hints - the adults are barely mentioned in the story, but they come across as both straight, honest folk, and as the stuff of legends when their children are threatened.