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He handed her over to a lady-in-waiting who had come hurrying up. 'Now, witch, that tower is sheer; the only way to enter it other than the stairs is by flight, and our faithful Brynit has confessed to seeing you fly. ' Alaric still looked at Solinde, etching the vision of her loveliness indelibly on his brain. 'I say that the faithful Brynit is a liar. ' 'The evidence is against you, witch. ' For an instant Alaric felt more like laughing than anything else. If a band of roving actors had presented this situation as a farce, Alaric would have helped to boo them off the stage.
If the forest were as dangerous as Trif insisted, he could hardly blame the man for entertaining some suspicions about a stranger. Alaric was assigned some light tasks which passed the time agreeably enough. In the course of accomplishing them, he pried into every room of the inn, memorizing details of their arrangement, storing the information in his capacious memory almost without conscious effort. After dinner he played a pair of songs for the whole company. Mizella came to his pallet again, earlier this night.
Next was the hen house, from which emanated not only the cackle and flutter of chickens but also the dreamy cooing of doves. Farther on stood the stone and plank cabin which served the peasant as living quarters: its tall chimney spewed a comforting volume of dark smoke. The man rapped loudly on the cabin door, and in a few moments it opened a crack, revealing a dim interior and a bright eye set in a fair-skinned face. 'An extra bowl of supper,' said the peasant, jerking a thumb toward Alaric. The eye bobbed to indicate comprehension, and the door slammed shut.