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"Like an angel," they whispered as they scurried away
"Soh the stone crown," said Ivar, waving toward the hill, now difficult to see against the blackening night "It ht be best if we don’t wait around to see who it is"
"What do you mean?"
"An enemy, someone ill try to stop us Come, let’s see if Lord Berthold will let us travel with their party"
"Very well," said Baldwin compliantly
They hurried after Lord Berthold and found the young lord standing beside the gate that opened into the enclosed garden where Father Ortulfus’ pretty young cousin presided over that gaggle of noble ladies who had washed to shore at thea smile behind a hand, let Baldwin in Ivar squeezed in behind hiraveled courtyard, a table was set out under an awning and ringed by half a dozen tall tripods, each one supporting a burning lamp Plain wooden boere set on the table beside several loaves of bread, still stea pot that s lealimpsed within the shadows, lay in tri Baldwin in the laate, which was opening again "Here they come"
Ivar and Berthold turned to see a little procession enter through the gate, led by Ortulfus’ cousin, the Lady Beatrix There were five other persons with her, four in linen gowns like to hers and the last a stocky wo and with features more like those of the Quman than of real people As Ivar stared at this creature, Lady Beatrix approached with hands extended
"Lord Berthold! Are you coiving what aid we can Poor souls! We will pray for their safety, and for the safety of my cousin, Father Ortulfus Did you hear? He has been taken prisoner by the Eika!"
This news she irief, but ranted to hih I thank you, Lady," said Berthold with a rather shy smile "We must depart in haste, I fear I am come to take Berda away froht!" she exclai and stuht he was someone else--Jonas, perhaps--because she stuaped at hian to whisper each to the other with the fierce blast of intrigue
"Oh!" she said, seeing Baldwin She pressed a hand to her cheek "Still a!"
Baldwin smiled prettily, but his interest had fixed on the untouched bread set on the table Berthold had already collected the stocky woate
"We have to leave," said Ivar, tugging on Baldwin’s elbow
"Oh!" cried the young ladies, circling in for the kill