The pain still continued, and although she fell asleep and dreamed a
good many dreams, there was the pain always in every dream. At last it
woke her up.
The moon was shining brightly into the room. The poultice had fallen
off
her hand, and it was burning hot. She fancied if she could hold it into
the moonlight, that would cool it. So she got out of bed, without
waking
the nurse who lay at the other end of the room, and went to the
window.
When she looked out, she saw one of the men-at-arms walking in the
garden, with the moonlight glancing on his armor. She was just going
to
tap on the window and call him, for she wanted to tell him all about it,
when she bethought herself that that might wake Lootie, and she
would
put her into bed again. So she resolved to go to the window of another
room, and call him from there. It was so much nicer to have somebody
to
talk to than to lie awake in bed with the burning pain in her hand. She
opened the door very gently and went through the nursery, which did
not
look into the garden, to go to the other window. But when she came to
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