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wizard, but who had nearly brought down the
entire Schola with his wickedness.
He looked over at his cousin. "Yes," he said,
without smiling. "You could say I learned it there."
Walter gave up trying to jolly him out of his bad
humor after that. Shortly after noon, the party
overtook a solitary knight also heading toward
Tattinham. When they had drawn close enough to see
the device emblazoned on the rider's shield,
Walter spurred his warhorse forward with a shout.
"Hallo, Sir Guillaume!"
The other knight halted and turned toward the outcry.
"Well met, Sir Walter!" he shouted.
He galloped back along the road to join the little
group. There, Walter introduced the newcomer to the
other knights.
"This is Sir Guillaume of Hernefeld, whom
I think some of you already know by reputation. I've
seen him fight, and have fought by his side, and can tell
you that he is both valiant and courteous."
Sir Guillaume was a young knight, about
Walter's age, with dark hair and a thick moustache.
He bowed from the saddle to Sir Reginald and his
companions. "It's good to meet friends on the road
at last-I'd begun to fear that I was the only
fellow going to a tournament in this forsaken
region."
The day wore on. About midafternoon, the road began a
long downhill slope toward a line of trees that
snaked from horizon to horizon across their path.
"Lubac River," said Sir Reginald, pointing
at a glimmer of water among the trees.
By daylight, among friends of his own rank, the young
knight seemed a pleasant fellow-but Randal
hadn't forgotten the man's arrogant tone and hard
fist in the dark of the inn yard. "I'm told there's a
ford here," the knight continued, "and an inn about two
hours beyond."
All the riders urged their horses forward, Randal
along with the rest. The knights arrived in a group at
the water's edge, where slender poplars grew along
the riverbank, and a shallow spot in the river allowed
men or carts to go across. Here at the ford, the river was
broad and moved slowly, but Randal could hear the
rushing noise of white water, and saw that a little
farther downstream, the river broke into foam as it
passed over unseen rocks.
Sir Philip urged his horse into the clear blue
water to scout the way to the other side. The ford was
shallow-the water didn't even dampen the knight's