The courtyard teemed with strangers. Nobody seemed to notice a bloody child running through. I reached my chamber and found Morgause there, and she looked at me as if I were a stranger, her face as pallid and flat as the moon. Nurse came in after a while, took me to the washstand and scrubbed me and bandaged my hands and knees, all in silence. She did not scold me or ask me where I had been. I concluded that no one had missed me. Since Daddy was gone, no one cared.

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