But the lamp burned quietly, and all that woke me was the light of a square patch of bright moonlight from a high window that was creeping across the broad chest of Owen as he slept, and had come within range of my eyelids, for my face was turned to him.

The room was bright with it, and for a little I watched the quiet sleeper, and then I too slept, and woke not again until Owen roused me with the daylight from the same window falling on his face.
"That is where I should have slept," I said, "for it is my place to wake you, father." He laughed, and said that it was his place in the old days, and there was a sigh at the back of the laugh as he thought of those times, and then we forgot the whole thing.

Yet though it seems a little matter in the telling, in no long time I was to mind that waking in a strange way enough, and then I remembered.
We must part presently, as I found, at least for a little while.
There was no question but that Owen would stay at the court here, and so Gerent had ready for me a letter which I should carry back to Ina at once.

He spoke very kindly to me at that time, giving me a great golden bracelet from his own arm, that I might remember to come back to bide for a time with him ere long.

And then we broke our fast, and my men were ready, and I parted from my foster father in the bright morning light that made the white walls of the old palace seem more wonderful to me than ever.
"Farewell, then, for a while," he said to me; "come back as soon as Ina will spare you.