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She stopped him again, almost angrily.
"It doesn't 3 matter. What does it matter? We have only an hour, and we
arc wasting it. Let us go in."

He was already pulling out the jewelled pin that held her cloak
together, as he put an arm round her and led her towards the cave.

"Yes, let us go in."

Book I THE DOVE CHAPTER ONE the day my uncle Camlach came home,
I was
just six years old.
I remember him well as I first saw him, a tall young man, fiery like my
grandfather, with the blue eyes and reddish hair that I thought so
beautiful in my mother.

He came to Maridunum near sunset of a September evening, with a small
troop of men.
Being only small, I was with the women in the long, old-fashioned room
where they did the weaving.

My mother was sitting at the loom; I remember the doth; it was of
scarlet, with a narrow pattern of green at the edge.

I sat near her on the floor, playing knuckle-bones, right hand against
left.
The sun slanted through the windows, making oblong pools of bright gold
on the cracked mosaics of the floor; bees droned in the herbs outside,
and even the click and rattle of the loom sounded'sleepy.

The women were talking among themselves over their spindles, but softly,
heads together, and Moravik, my nurse, was frankly asleep on her stool
in one of the pools of sunlight.

When the clatter, and then the shouts, came from the courtyard, the loom
stopped abruptly, and with it the soft chatter from the women.

Moravik came awake with a snort and a stare.

My mother was sitting very straight, head lifted, listening.

She had dropped her shuttle.

I saw her eyes meet Moravik's.

I was halfway to the window when Moravik called to me sharply, and there
was something in her voice that made me stop and go back to her without
protest.
She began to fuss with my clothing, pulling my tunic straight and
smoothing my hair, so that I understood the visitor to be someone of