ETAN
A few minutes later they got silently to their feet and she led him to the end of the loft—where they would be over tack and feed rooms, instead of the stables—and where a massive open space yawned into the night. It faced the castle and Etan didn't want to admit, it was an awe-inspiring sight. He walked right up to the edge of the loft opening, where the hay would be forked into wagons below once it had been restocked this autumn. He leaned on the wall of the loft and let out a low whistle looking out. The broad meadow in front of them was silvered by the moon, the grass waving in the breeze. Beyond and to his left crouched the forest, and the maze to the right, then the mighty turrets of the castle rose behind both, silhouetted in front of the indigo blanket of sky punctured by the pinpoint stars.
He stood there for a moment, one arm up against the frame of the wall, just to enjoy the peace and beauty of it.
