Viviane was just about to draw back from the window and leave the guards to their task when suddenly she noticed something that made her draw in her breath sharply. For the old woman was wearing a long blue cloak, much too fine for her. It was the same cloak Viviane had reluctantly parted with to the old lady in the green chapel. Without waiting another second she spun round from the window and ran from the chamber. Her hair unbound, her morning-robes half unlaced, she flew down the dim corridors and out into the blinding light of the sunlit courtyard.
‘Let her be!’ she called out to the guards as they bundled the old creature back out through the gate. ‘I know that woman. Bring her to me.’
‘What’s going on here?’ She heard Caradawc’s voice as he came striding out to see what was happeni
