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Alan*s bleeding had already slowed, and Hal spoke
more calmly. "I lived a year with the band of Craig the
Grim, in the southern Forest. We heard much good of
you." He pressed a fold of cloth over Alan's wound. "I
beg pardon for my sharp words, but I feared for my friend.
May I care for him?"

"Ay, surely!" said the outlaw hastily. At the camp, two
outlaws stood watch while the others helped fetch water
and bandages- Only when Alan was attended did Ket
speak again.

The Forest 7

"What are yer names?"

"I am Hal, and this is my friend Alan.**

"Ye're not brothers, then?"

"Nay!" It was Hal's turn to be surprised. "Why do
you ask?"

"Why, by the Lady, ye look alike!"

Alan and Hal regarded each other quizzically. Ket was
right. Their light, sun-streaked hair, their high cheekbones
and angular jaws were the same. Alan's mouth was a bit
wider and more expressive than Hal's, but only at their
eyes did all resemblance cease. Alan's were clear and
open as blue skies, while Hal's were shadowy and full of
mystery. What Hal's feelings were about this strange co-
incidence, Alan could not tell. He only shrugged as he
turned back to Ket.

"I have no brother,*' he continued. "Alan and I first
met yesterday."

"Yesterday? And how did Alan come to be hurt?"

Alan broke his silence, knowing that Hal could not
very well recount his own exploit- "Let me tell you, Ket.
I was not paying proper attention, I suppose, when that
troop of lordsmen came along. I was far too hungry. . . ."

Alan described his predicament and his rescue, gloss-
ing over the fright of the horses; he did not know how to
explain that. The outlaws listened intently, and laughed
heartily when he mentioned the captain's red face.