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and went up the stairs. She must have her own bedroom on the top floor, he realized.

The children and some of the adults played chess and ninemen's morris to while away the evening, and the more industrious people made belts, caps, socks, gloves, bowls, whistles, dice, shovels and horsewhips. Jack played several games of chess, winning them all; but a man-at-arms was angry at being defeated by a child and after that Jack's mother made him stop playing. He moved around the hall, listening to the different conversations. Some people talked sensibly, he found, about the fields and the animals, or about bishops and kings, while others only teased one another, and boasted, and told funny stories. He found them all equally intriguing.

Eventually the rushlights burned down, the earl retired, and the other sixty or seventy people wrapped their cloaks around them and lay down on the straw-covered floor to sleep.

As usual, his mother and Tom lay down together, under Tom's big cloak, and she hugged him the way she used to hug Jack when he was small. He watched enviously. He could hear them talking quietly, and his mother gave a low, intimate laugh. After a while their bodies began to move rhythmically under the cloak. The first time he had seen them do this, Jack had been terribly worried, thinking that whatever it was, it must hurt; but they kissed one another while they were doing it, and although sometimes his mother moaned, he could tell it was a moan of pleasure. He was reluctant to ask her about it, he was not sure why. Now, however, as the fire burned lower, he saw another couple doing the same sort of thing, and he was forced to conclude that it must be normal. It was just another mystery, he thought, and soon after that he fell asleep.

* * *

The children were awake early in the morning, but breakfast could not be served until mass had been said, and mass could not be said until the earl got up, so they had to wait. An early-rising servant conscripted them to bring in firewood for the day. The adults started to wake as the cold morning air came in through the door. When the children had finished bringing in the wood, they met Aliena.

She came down the stairs, as she had last night, but now she looked different. She wore a short tunic and felt boots. Her massed curls were tied back with a ribbon, showing the graceful line of her jaw, her small ears and her white neck. Her big dark eyes, which had seemed grave and adult last night, now sparkled with fun, and she was smiling. She was followed by the boy who had sat at the head of the table with her and the earl last night. He looked a year or two older than Jack, but he was not full-grown like Alfred. He looked curiously at Jack, Martha and Alfred, but it was the girl who spoke. "Who are you?" she said.

Alfred replied. "My father is the stonemason who's going to repair this castle. I'm Alfred. My sister's name is Martha. That's Jack."

When she came close Jack could smell lavender, and he was awestruck. How could a person smell of flowers? "How old are you?" she said to Alfred.

"Fourteen." Alfred was also overawed by her, Jack could tell. After a moment Alfred blurted: "How old are you?"

"Fifteen. Do you want something to eat?"

"Yes."

"Come with me:"

They all followed her out of the hall and down the steps. Alfred said: "But they don't serve breakfast before mass."

"They do what I tell them," Aliena said with a toss of her head.

She led them across the bridge to the lower compound and told them to wait outside the kitchen while she went in. Martha whispered to Jack: "Isn't she pretty?" He nodded dumbly. A few moments later Aliena came out with a pot of beer and a loaf of wheat bread. She broke the bread into hunks and handed it out, then she passed the pot around.

After a while Martha said shyly: "Where's your mother?"

"My mother died," Aliena said briskly.

"Aren't you sad?" Martha said.

"I was, but it was a long time ago." She indicated the boy beside her with a jerk of her head. "Richard can't even remember it."

Richard must be her brother, Jack concluded.

"My mother's dead, too," Martha said, and tears came to her eyes.

"When did she die?" Aliena asked.

"Last week."

Aliena did not seem much moved by Martha's