sorry for Brid. Then he suddenly felt even moreâdesperatelyâsorry for himself. He needed to be somewhere else, out in the open. He looked round wildly, upward, everywhere. And a sturdy creeper growing up the thick yellow wall of the house gave him an idea. He slung himself onto it and started to climb.
It was extremely easy, except for the last bit, which needed a long stride and a heave across some crumbly stonework. Then he was on the wide, leaded roofs. It was splendid. Moril looked round, into the town, out across the valley, and over to valleys beyond. He turned north and looked at the misty blue peaks there, where he had so longed to go, and Kialanâlucky Kialan!âwas going soon. But that made him sad. So, presently, Moril began to patter about across the leads and among the chimneys. He skirted courtyards and looked down into the gardens. Then he ran along a narrow part to another wing and looked down into another court.
And there was Ganner, horrified and gesturing below. âCome down! Come down at once!â
Moril looked. There was a lead pipe and an easy flight of windows. Obediently he swung his legs over the edge of the roof.
Ganner stopped him with a hoarse shriek. âNo! Stop! Do you want to break your neck? Wait!â He ran away and presently ran back with a crowd of men carrying a ladder. With them ran a group of horrified maids, and the old nurse, wringing her hands.
âMy duck! Oh my duck!â
Moril sat sadly on the edge of the roof, swinging his legs and watching them all pothering with the ladder. He knew what was wrong with Ganner now. He was a fusspot.
The ladder finally thumped against the wall beside him. âYou can come down now,â Ganner called. âGo very carefully.â
Moril sighed and got onto the ladder. He came down rather slowly out of sheer perverseness. He decided when he got near enough he would say to Ganner, âBut you told me I could go anywhere I wanted.â When he judged he was low enough for it to be most effective, he turned round to say it.
A man was just coming in through the door to the courtyardâa fair man with light, untrustworthy eyes, who checked for a moment when he saw Moril twenty feet up a long ladder, staring at him. Shrugging slightly, the man strolled over to Ganner and said something to him. Ganner replied. The man shrugged again, said another word or so to Ganner, and strolled out of the courtyard.
Moril forgot what he intended to say. Instead, as soon as he was down on the ground, he said, âWho was that man here just now? The fair one, who spoke to you.â
Ganner looked uneasy, so uneasy that Morilâs chest went tight and he felt sick. âOhâerâjust someone whoâs my guest here,â said Ganner. âNow you are absolutely not to get on the roof again! Itâs extremely high, and the leads are quite unsafe. You might have been killed!â
âKilled, my duck!â said his nurse.
Moril bore with a long scold from both Ganner and the nurse, without listening to a word. Both of them would have scolded anyway, but Moril was fairly sure that Ganner was scolding mostly as an excuse not to discuss the fair man. Moril did not want to discuss him. His one desire was to get away and find Lenina.
Lenina was in the great hall of the house. Presumably it was the same place where Clennen had sung and then played the trick on Ganner seventeen years before. Lenina was gaily organizing the tables for the wedding feast, and doing it as if she had done nothing else all her life. Moril had to pull her sleeve to get her to attend to him.
âMother! One of the men who killed Father! Heâs staying here.â
âOh, Moril, donât interrupt me with stupid stories!â Lenina said impatiently.
âBut I saw him,â said Moril.
âYou must have made a mistake,â said Lenina. She pulled her sleeve away and went back to the tables.
Moril stood, shocked and
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