We were silent as we lay down again, and sleep was long in coming.
I puzzled over all this, for beside the taking of the arrows there
was the question of who the slayer of Tregoz might be, and who had
written the letter that should have warned us.

In all truth, it was not good to sleep in the moonlight!

Somewhat of the same kind Owen was thinking, for of a sudden he
said to me: "Those arrows were meant for me, Oswald. Did you note
what the man said about my not sleeping in my wonted place?"

"Ay, but I did not know that you had slept on this side. Since I
came back, at least, you have not done so."

Owen smiled.

"No, I have not," he said; "but in the old days that was always my
place, and you will mind that there I slept on the night we first
were here together. That was of old habit, and I only shifted to
this side when you came back, because I knew that you would like
the first light to wake you. Every sentry who crosses the window on
the rampart can see in here if it is light within, but he could not
tell that we had changed places, for the face of the sleeper is
hidden."

Then he laughed a little, and added:

"In the old days when I was in charge of the palace this face of
the ramparts was always the best watched, because the men knew that
if I waked and did not see the shadow of the sentry pass and repass