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Chapters (72)
  1. Cover
  2. Preface
  3. Title page
  4. Dedication page
  5. MAPS
  6. Prologue: THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS
  7. Book I: THE DOVE
  8. CHAPTER ONE
  9. CHAPTER TWO
  10. CHAPTER THREE
  11. CHAPTER FOUR
  12. CHAPTER FIVE
  13. CHAPTER SIX
  14. CHAPTER SEVEN
  15. CHAPTER EIGHT
  16. CHAPTER NINE
  17. CHAPTER TEN
  18. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  19. CHAPTER TWELVE
  20. Book II: THE FALCON
  21. CHAPTER ONE
  22. CHAPTER TWO
  23. CHAPTER THREE
  24. CHAPTER FOUR
  25. CHAPTER FIVE
  26. CHAPTER SIX
  27. CHAPTER SEVEN
  28. CHAPTER EIGHT
  29. CHAPTER NINE
  30. CHAPTER TEN
  31. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWELVE
  33. Book III: THE WOLF
  34. CHAPTER ONE
  35. CHAPTER TWO
  36. CHAPTER THREE
  37. CHAPTER FOUR
  38. CHAPTER FIVE
  39. CHAPTER SIX
  40. CHAPTER SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER NINE
  43. CHAPTER TEN
  44. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  45. CHAPTER TWELVE
  46. Book IV: THE RED DRAGON
  47. CHAPTER ONE
  48. CHAPTER TWO
  49. CHAPTER THREE
  50. CHAPTER FOUR
  51. CHAPTER FIVE
  52. CHAPTER SIX
  53. CHAPTER SEVEN
  54. CHAPTER EIGHT
  55. CHAPTER NINE
  56. CHAPTER TEN
  57. Book V: THE COMING OF THE BEAR
  58. CHAPTER ONE
  59. CHAPTER TWO
  60. CHAPTER THREE
  61. CHAPTER FOUR
  62. CHAPTER FIVE
  63. CHAPTER SIX
  64. CHAPTER SEVEN
  65. CHAPTER EIGHT
  66. CHAPTER NINE
  67. CHAPTER TEN
  68. The Legend of Merlin
  69. Author’s Notes
  70. Acknowledgements
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Mary Stewart

I did not seek him out straight away. Let him bury his dead and clear the fortress. There was work for me down there among the wounded, and besides, there was no hurry now to give him my mother’s message. While I had sat there in the May sunlight between the robin’s song and the crash of battle, I knew that she had sickened again, and was already dead.

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER FIVE

I MADE my way downhill between the clumps of gorse and the thorn trees. The Welsh troops had vanished, long since, to a man; and long after sunset isolated shouts and battle cries showed where small parties were still hunting down the fugitives in forest and hill.

Below, on the plain, the fighting was over. They were carrying the wounded into Kaercona. Torches weaved everywhere, till the plain was all light and smoke. Men shouted to one another, and the cries and groans of the wounded came up clearly, with the occasional scream of a horse, the sharp commands from the officers, and the tramp of the stretcher-bearers’ feet. Here and there, in the dark corners away from the torchlight, men scurried singly or in pairs among the heaped bodies. One saw them stoop, straighten, and scurry off. Sometimes where they paused there was a cry, a sudden moan, sometimes the brief flash of metal or the quick downstroke of a shortened blow. Looters, rummaging among the dead and dying, keeping a few steps ahead of the official salvage parties. The ravens were coming down; I saw the tilt and slide of their black wings hovering above the torches, and a pair perched, waiting, on a rock not far from me. With nightfall the rats would be there, too, running up from the damp roots of the castle walls to attack the dead bodies.

The work of salvaging the living was being done as fast and efficiently as everything else the Count’s army undertook. Once they were all within, the gates would be shut. I would seek him out, I decided, after the first tasks were done. He would already have been told that I was safely here, and he would guess I had gone to work with the doctors. There would be time, later, to eat, and then it would be time enough to talk to him.