I woke to see a pale curve of light high on the domed wall. It faded.
        Dawn. Clouds.
        It was useless to lie abed thinking. I must go to Gamedon. If there was a possibility that there was a message and that it was from Gallett then I must go.
        I eased away from Annie Pyle and carefully removed Regisí arm from across me.
        Moving quietly I slid from under the thick quilted cover. I stood upon the cold plank floor and reached for my clothes. A hand stroked me. I cast a look over my shoulder and found Regis smiling up at me; sleepy smile, sleepy eyes. She did not speak, but she said it all with her hand. It was saucy, scornful, adoring, casual.