_And Both Were Young_ I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill... And both were young--and one was beautiful _The Dream_, CANTO II Lord Byron MADELEINE L'ENGLE _And Both Were Young_ LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO., INC. NEW YORK COPYRIGHT, 1949 BY LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO., INC., N.Y. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED DESIGNED BY MAURICE SERLE KAPLAN PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA _Ninth Printing, February, 1962_ _To_ JO _Contents_ ONE: _The Prisoner of Chillon_ 1 TWO: _The Page and the Unicorn_ 47 THREE: _The Escape from the Dungeon_ 90 FOUR: _The Lost Boy_ 124 FIVE: _The Stranger_ 152 SIX: _The Prisoner Freed_ 180 CHAPTER ONE _The Prisoner of Chillon_ "Where are you going, Philippa?" Mrs. Jackman asked sharply as Flip turned away from the group of tourists standing about in the cold hall of the Chateau of Chillon. "I'm going for a walk," Flip said. Her father put his hand on her shoulder. "I'd rather you stayed with us, Flip." She looked up at him, her eyes bright with pleading. "_Please_, father!" she whispered. Then she turned and ran out of the chateau, away from the dark, prisoning stones, and out into the sunlight that was as bright and as sudden as bugles. She ran down a small path that led to Lake Geneva, and because she was blinded by sudden tears and by the sunlight striking on the lake she did not see the boy or the dog sitting on a rock at the lake's edge, and she crashed into them. "I'm sorry!" she gasped as the boy slid off the rock and one of his legs went knee deep into the water before he was able to regain his balance. She looked at his angry, handsome face and said quickly, this time in French, "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't see you." "You should watch where you're going!" the boy cried, and bent down to wring the water out of his trouser leg. The dog, a large and ferocious brindle bull, began leaping up at Flip, threatening to knock her down. "Oh--" she gasped. "Please--please--" "Down, Ariel. Down!" the boy commanded, and the bulldog dropped to his feet and then lay down in the path in front of Flip, his stump of a tail wagging with such frenzy that his whole body quivered. The boy looked at Flip's navy blue coat. "I'm afraid Ariel got your coat dirty. His paws are always muddy." "That's all right," Flip said. "If I let it dry it will brush off." She looked up at the boy standing very straight and tall, one foot on the rock. Flip was tall for fifteen ("I do hope you won't grow any _taller_, Philippa dear," Mrs. Jackman kept saying,) but this boy was even taller than she was and perhaps a year older. "I'm sorry I knocked you into the lake," Flip said. "Oh, that's all right. I'll dry off." The boy smiled; Flip had not realized how somber his face was until he smiled. "Is anything the matter?" he asked.