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They brought a settle out from the solar, and setting it against the wall, made ready for a night's vigil. Since the last torch had gone out the place was in utter darkness save for one patch of moonlight at the far end of the hall.
Fulk pulled off his right gauntlet, and felt for Isoult's hand.