It was silent in the castle; he felt very much alone, and a long way from home. An unusual feeling, that one: home hadn’t meant much to him for a long time. People still did, though, sometimes, and there was no one here who was really a friend yet, or likely to become one in the time he was allowing himself at Castle Baude. He wondered where Rudel was tonight, what country, what part of the world.
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