If she needs my company she must come for it to Cranwell Towers, for I'll not seek hers while you are away.

"I am not so sure," and again she passed her hand across her eyes, as she had done in that dreadful dawn at Cranwell.

Rain was falling heavily when the Abbot, with his escort of two monks and half-a-dozen men-at-arms, rode up to Cranwell.

Meanwhile I confirm the words I spoke in my rage at Cranwell.