He even
shivered in the warmth of the summer night as he followed the winding
walk between the battlements.
But he was his own master now, and as he moved forward through the
glimmering starlight he called to her:
"Toby! Toby, I say! Come out! I'm not playing."
He felt as if the silence mocked him, and again that icy construction
about the heart made him catch his breath. He put up a hand to his brow
and found it wet.
"Toby!" he cried again, and this time he did not attempt to keep the
urgency out of his voice. "The game's up. Come back!"
She did not answer him, neither did she come; but he had a strong
conviction that she heard. A throb of anger went through him. He strode
forward with decision. He knew that the battlement walk ended on the
north side of the Castle in a blank wall, built centuries before as a
final defence from an invading enemy. Only by scaling this wall could the
eastern portion be approached. He would find her here. She could not
possibly escape. Something of confidence came back to him as he
remembered this. She could not elude him much longer.
He quickened his stride. His face was grim. She had carried the thing too
far, and he would let her know it.
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