— 7 — SPELLSTheirry found Dirk as he was passing under the arched colonnade.
“Prudence!” he quoted. “Where is your prudence now?”
Dirk turned quickly. “I had to put on a bold front. Certes, I hate that knave. But let him go now. Come with me.”
Theirry followed him through the college, up the dark stairway into his chamber. It was a low arched room, looking on to the garden, barely furnished, and containing only the bed, a chair and some books on a shelf. Dirk opened the window on the sun-flushed twilight.
“The students are jealous of me because of my reputation with the doctors,” he said, smiling. “One told me today I was the most learned youth in the college. And how long have we been here? But ten months.”
Theirry was silent; the triumph in his companion’s voice could find no echo i
