WELDON CASTLE
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The boy sat up in bed. A sound in the night had wakened him.
His room was so dark he could see nothing, but he could hear steps outside his door. He held his breath and listened.
âShan!â said a voice.
He let his breath go. It was his mother, calling his name.
âYes?â he said. âWhat is it?â
Lady Marian came into the room. She had a candle in her hand, and the light moved over the stone walls.
âShan, Iâm glad to find you here,â she said. âI was afraid you had gone with your father.â
âWhere has my father gone?â asked Shan.
âOne of the servants just wakened him and they went away together,â she said. âI heard them speak of a wounded knight.â
âA wounded knight?â said Shan.
âYes,â said Lady Marian. âShan, what does it mean? Is someone making war on us? Are there enemy soldiers outside?â
âDonât be afraid, Mother,â said Shan. âOur good King Arthur has beaten all our enemies. And even if there were enemies, we would be safe here. There is no stronger castle in England than ours.â
He went to the window. A light was moving in the courtyard below.
âMother, Iâm going down there,â he said.
âI donât think you should go,â said Lady Marian.
âNo one is fighting,â he said. âThereâs nothing to be afraid of.â
He put on his clothes. He ran down the stairs and into the courtyard. There was a light near the castle gate. He went toward it.
At the gate he found his father. Some of the servants were there, too. One of them had a lighted torch in his hand.
âFatherââ Shan stopped. On the stones at his fatherâs feet lay a man. A long, black beard hid his face. Two of the servants were taking off his armor.
âWho is he?â asked Shan.
âNo one knows,â said his father. âHe beat on the gate. We let him in, and he fell in a faint.â
âMy lord, I have found his wound,â said one of the servants.
Shanâs father looked at the wound in the manâs side. âBring him into the castle at once,â he said.
The servants lifted the wounded man. They carried him into a bedroom in the castle.
âHas he lost much blood?â asked Shan.
âI think so,â said his father. âThe wound is deep.â
âShall I bring Nappus?â asked Shan.
âNappus?â
âYes. Nappus is a man of magic. He can make the knight well.â
âPoor Nappus.â Shanâs father shook his head. âHe knows no magic. But he was once the best of doctors.â
âHe is still the best of doctors,â said Shan. âRemember how he took the fishbone from your throat? Remember how he bound up my arm when it was broken?â
âYes, yes,â said his father. âGo and bring him if you wish.â
Shan took a lighted torch from one of the servants and ran out across the courtyard. He opened a door in the castle wall. It was the door to Nappusâ room.
Nappus was sleeping, with his cloak over his head. Shan touched him. Nappus looked out from under the cloak.
He was a small man. His hair was white. He could neither hear nor speak, but his eyes were keen and bright.
âThere is a wounded knight in the castle,â said Shan. âCome and dress his wound.â
Nappus watched Shanâs lips, reading the words. He nodded to show that he understood. From a box in a corner he took some jars and bottles. He tied them up in a cloth.
Shan led the way to the castle. Nappus knelt by the wounded man. He washed the wound and dressed it. He opened the manâs mouth and poured a little red wine down his throat.
The man moved. His eyes opened, and he looked at Nappus. âLord Weldon!â he said in a whisper. âWhere is Lord Weldon?â
Shanâs father came forward. âI am Lord Weldon. You are safe in Weldon
Chogyam Trungpa, Chögyam Trungpa