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was a perfect, delicate oval, her nose was small and straight, her mouth was tender and yet it looked as if it could also be stern. But it was her eyes that caught and held him; huge brown eyes that looked at him with such directness, such honesty.
    She looked at him as if she could see into his very soul.
    And Hugh, who revealed himself to no one, looked back.
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t remember your name.”
    “My name is Cristen.”
    He swung his feet to the floor and, slowly and carefully, stood up. She was small; the top of her head reached only to his mouth and he was not a tall man. Her shining brown hair was center-parted and hung rain-straight to her waist. It had the texture of fine silk.
    “What is the time?” he asked. For some reason, he knew he did not have to make polite conversation with this girl.
    “It is late, after nine o’clock.”
    He ran his fingers through his hair, which was damp from the cold, wet cloths. “What must your father think of me?”
    “He thinks you were sick, and he will be happy to hear that you are better.” She bent to lift a basket full of cloths from the floor. “Would you like me to send him to see you or would you rather wait until the morning?”
    Hugh would much rather wait until the morning.
    “If he wishes me to come to the hall, of course I will do so,” he said.
    She gave him a severe look. “You are not going into the hall tonight. If you wish to see my father, he will come to you.”
    “I shall be happy to see him if that is what he would like,” Hugh responded stoically.
    She read him unerringly. “Father Adolphus from Malmesbury Abbey is visiting us, so we will begin the day tomorrow with mass in the chapel at seven. I will tell Father you will see him then.”
    “Thank you,” Hugh said. He did not try to disguise his relief. “You have been very kind.”
    “I will send a boy with water so you can wash,” she said. “Do you wish something to eat?”
    He shook his head, astonished that he felt no pain with the movement. “My stomach is still somewhat uneasy.”
    “Would you like me to fix you a potion for it?”
    “Thank you, but no. I think all that I need is some sleep.”
    She nodded agreement. “I shall wish you a good night, then.”
    “My name is Hugh,” he said gravely.
    At that, she smiled. “Good night, Hugh.”
    And he, who so rarely smiled himself, felt his own lips curve in reply. “Good night,” he said. “Cristen.”
     
    Hugh slept deeply and dreamlessly, only waking when a squire came into his bedroom with water and fresh clothes. He put on his linen drawers while he was still in bed and then he rose to wash in the basin of cold water the boy had brought.
    After washing, he put on a clean shirt and hose. Over these went a crimson wool surcoat, withAdela’s handiwork embroidered on its hem and the edges of its long, tight sleeves. Around his waist he buckled a plain leather belt and on his feet he slipped the soft leather shoes that were the proper footwear for indoors. He ran Adela’s fine wooden comb quickly through his short black hair, then said to the squire, “Can you direct me to the chapel?”
    “It is up the stairs,” the boy told him. “If you will come with me, I will take you.”
    “Thank you,” Hugh said, and allowed Nigel’s squire to lead him out of the bedroom and into a room that looked as if it might be the family solar. They passed through another door that took them into the great hall. As he crossed the rush-strewn wooden floor in the wake of the servant, Hugh made himself look around, trying to distract himself from his dread of going into the chapel.
    The hall was a large room with decent-sized windows thrown open to the summer air. Colorful rugs hung on the stone walls to keep out drafts. There was a large fireplace set into one wall, and two balls of gray fur lay curled in the rushes in front of the empty grate.
    The castle cats were taking a rest from their rodent-catching