Snow was beginning to fall lightly as Link
waited with the knights in the large courtyard just inside the castle walls.
The walls surrounded them at a distance, reaching down a wide lane on both sides.
Lines of about fifteen well-spaced, old oak trees lined each path. Ahead of
them was a much shorter wall connected to the castle itself. It seemed much
larger, as big as a small mountain, now that Link was at its very foot. All
around in the courtyard were knights, simply dressed servants or very
well-dressed aristocrats, most hurrying inside from the snow or cleaning up
some leaves hastily. The ground was rough, white cobblestones, on which the
snow stuck, hardly melting.
The old knight, Quin, had left them inside
the castle, going back out to find Auru and Bolek. Link still had the teal fairy
silent and hiding in his shirt. Every now and then she would flutter around,
ticklish, and he forced himself not to react. He could still feel the furious
gazes of the Georg and Werin, the two knights who had tried to capture the
fairy.