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 armour.

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 her bed again.