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that I went. What mattered to me -- I see it clearly now -- was to
be alone in the secret dark, where a man is his own master, except
for death.
    Mostly I went to what I called my
"cave." This had been part of some main chimney-shaft, and the top
of it had crumbled, so that one could see the sky. It had held
magic for me since the day I had looked up at midday and had seen,
faint but unmistakable, a star. Now when I went in at night I would
curl up on my bed of stolen stable-straw and watch the stars
wheeling slowly across, and make my own bet with heaven, which was,
if the moon should show over the shaft while I was there, the next
day would bring me my heart's desire.
    The moon was there that night. Full
and shining, she stood clear in the center of the shaft, her light
pouring down on my upturned face so white and pure that it seemed I
drank it in like water. I did not move till she had gone, and the
little star that dogs her.
    On the way back I passed under a room
that had been empty before, but which now held voices.
    Camlach's room, of course. He and
another man whose name I did not know, but who, from his accent,
was one of those who had ridden in that day; I had found that they
came from Cornwall. He had one of those thick, rumbling voices of
which I caught only a word here and there as I crawled quickly
through, worming my way between the pillars, concerned only not to
be heard.
    I was right at the end wall, and
feeling along it for the arched gap to the next chamber, when my
shoulder struck a broken section of flue pipe, and a loose piece of
fireclay fell with a rattle.
    The Cornishman's voice stopped
abruptly. "What's that?"
    Then my uncle's voice, so clear down
the broken flue that you would have thought he spoke in my
ear.
    "Nothing. A rat. It came from under
the floor. I tell you, the place is falling to pieces." There was
the sound of a chair scraping back, and footsteps going across the
room, away from me. His voice receded. I thought I heard the chink
and gurgle of a drink being poured. I began slowly, slowly, to edge
along the wall towards the trap.
    He was coming back. "...And even if
she does refuse him, it will hardly matter. She won't stay here --
at any rate, no longer than my father can fight the bishop off and
keep her by him. I tell you, with her mind set on what she calls a
higher court, I've nothing to fear, even if he came
himself."
    "As long as you believe
her."
    "Oh, I believe her. I've been asking
here and there, and everyone says the same." He laughed. "Who
knows, we may be thankful yet to have a voice at that heavenly
court of hers before this game's played out. And she's devout
enough to save the lot of us, they tell me, if she'll only put her
mind to it."
    "You may need it yet," said the
Cornishman.
    "I may."
    "And the boy?"
    "The boy?" repeated my uncle. He
paused, and then the soft footsteps resumed their pacing. I
strained to hear. I had to hear. Why it should have mattered I
hardly knew. It did not worry me overmuch to be called bastard, or
coward, or devil's whelp. But tonight there had been that full
moon.
    He had turned. His voice carried
clearly, careless, indulgent even.
    "Ah, yes, the boy. A clever child, at
a guess, with more there than they give him credit for...and nice
enough, if one speaks him fair. I shall keep him close to me.
Remember that, Alun; I like the boy..."
    He called a servant in then to
replenish the wine-jug, and under cover of this, I crept
away.
    That was the beginning of it. For days
I followed him everywhere, and he tolerated, even encouraged me,
and it never occurred to me that a man of twenty-one would not
always welcome a puppy of six forever trotting at his heels.
Moravik scolded, when she could get hold of me, but my mother
seemed pleased and relieved, and bade her let me be.
     
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    It had been a hot summer, and there
was peace that year, so for the first few days of his homecoming
Camlach idled, resting or riding out with his father or the