Noises in the castle buildings
The sun was just rising,gliding the crown of the donjon keep with a flame of sturdy light.below among the lesser buildings,the day was still,gray ,and misty.Only occasional noise broke the silence of the early morning~a cough from one of the rooms,the rattle of a pot or a pan stirred by a sleepy scullion;the clapping of a door or a shutter;and now and then,the crowing of a cock back off the long row of stables~all sounding aloud and stirring in the fresh dewy stillnese.
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