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candle cast flickering shadows across his face.
As soon as he'd latched the door of the room behind
Randal and himself, he'd stripped off his surcoat.
Like the surcoats worn by most knights, Walter's
outer garment was blazed with his heraldic device, the
same design that he bore on his shield. Walter
had chosen
a simple pattern of the family colors of red and
gold, divided along a line from his right shoulder
to his left hip, with a green pine tree in the
forefront. After the surcoat, he removed his chain
mail and his arming coat-the quilted tunic he wore
underneath the mail. Now he was dressed in just a light
linen undertunic, almost as stained by sweat and travel as
Randal's was.
He's been on the road for quite a while, too,
thought Randal, and Walter's next words confirmed his
guess.
"I'm heading for Tattinham," said Walter.
"I'll be fighting in the tourney there."
Randal wasn't surprised. Even before he left
Doun to study wizardry, he'd known that Walter would
be following the tournaments as soon as Lord Alyen
would let him go. If Walter had remained at
Doun until his father died, with no work of his own, he
could only have grown restless and possibly
troublesome. Sending him out to fight in the tournaments was
dangerous, but in the long run kinder to everybody.
Such a course wasn't uncommonRandal himself
might have done the same if he hadn't chosen the path
to wizardry instead.
"Have you been on the road long?" Randal asked.
Walter nodded. "I was knighted last year. At
first I traveled with Sir Palamon, but now I'm
on my
own.
He paused, and fixed Randal with a knowing gaze. "But
what I'm doing here doesn't matter. The question,
cousin, is what are
you
doing here?"
Randal dropped the damp rag back into the bowl and
shrugged. "It's a long story."
"I didn't think it'd be a short one," said
Walter dryly. "But I don't have anything else
to do tonight. How long have you been living like this?"
"Working my way?" asked Randal. "Since spring.
I was in Tarnsberg before that, studying wizardry."
"I suppose that traveling magician what's his
name took you there."