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Diamond
crept
out
of
bed
and
followed
her
.
WHEN
Diamond
got
round
the
corner
of
the
hay
,
for
a
moment
he
hesitated
.
The
stair
by
which
he
would
naturally
have
gone
down
to
the
door
was
at
the
other
side
of
the
loft
,
and
looked
very
black
indeed
;
for
it
was
full
of
North
Wind
’
s
hair
,
as
she
descended
before
him
.
And
just
beside
him
was
the
ladder
going
straight
down
into
the
stable
,
up
which
his
father
always
came
to
fetch
the
hay
for
Diamond
’
s
dinner
.
Through
the
opening
in
the
floor
the
faint
gleam
of
the
-
stable
lantern
was
enticing
,
and
Diamond
thought
he
would
run
down
that
way
.
The
stair
went
close
past
the
loose
-
box
in
which
Diamond
the
horse
lived
.
When
Diamond
the
boy
was
half
-
way
down
,
he
remembered
that
it
was
of
no
use
to
go
this
way
,
for
the
stable
-
door
was
locked
.
But
at
the
same
moment
there
was
horse
Diamond
’
s
great
head
poked
out
of
his
box
on
to
the
ladder
,
for
he
knew
boy
Diamond
although
he
was
in
his
night
-
gown
,
and
wanted
him
to
pull
his
ears
for
him
.
This
Diamond
did
very
gently
for
a
minute
or
so
,
and
patted
and
stroked
his
neck
too
,
and
kissed
the
big
horse
,
and
had
begun
to
take
the
bits
of
straw
and
hay
out
of
his
mane
,
when
all
at
once
he
recollected
that
the
Lady
North
Wind
was
waiting
for
him
in
the
yard
.
“
Good
night
,
Diamond
,
”
he
said
,
and
darted
up
the
ladder
,
across
the
loft
,
and
down
the
stair
to
the
door
.
But
when
he
got
out
into
the
yard
,
there
was
no
lady
.
Now
it
is
always
a
dreadful
thing
to
think
there
is
somebody
and
find
nobody
.
Children
in
particular
have
not
made
up
their
minds
to
it
;
they
generally
cry
at
nobody
,
especially
when
they
wake
up
at
night
.
But
it
was
an
especial
disappointment
to
Diamond
,
for
his
little
heart
had
been
beating
with
joy
:
the
face
of
the
North
Wind
was
so
grand
!
To
have
a
lady
like
that
for
a
friend
—
with
such
long
hair
,
too
!
Why
,
it
was
longer
than
twenty
Diamonds
’
tails
!
She
was
gone
.
And
there
he
stood
,
with
his
bare
feet
on
the
stones
of
the
paved
yard
.
It
was
a
clear
night
overhead
,
and
the
stars
were
shining
.
Orion
in
particular
was
making
the
most
of
his
bright
belt
and
golden
sword
.
But
the
moon
was
only
a
poor
thin
crescent
.
There
was
just
one
great
,
jagged
,
black
and
gray
cloud
in
the
sky
,
with
a
steep
side
to
it
like
a
precipice
;
and
the
moon
was
against
this
side
,
and
looked
as
if
she
had
tumbled
off
the
top
of
the
cloud
-
hill
,
and
broken
herself
in
rolling
down
the
precipice
.
She
did
not
seem
comfortable
,
for
she
was
looking
down
into
the
deep
pit
waiting
for
her
.
At
least
that
was
what
Diamond
thought
as
he
stood
for
a
moment
staring
at
her
.
But
he
was
quite
wrong
,
for
the
moon
was
not
afraid
,
and
there
was
no
pit
she
was
going
down
into
,
for
there
were
no
sides
to
it
,
and
a
pit
without
sides
to
it
is
not
a
pit
at
all
.
Diamond
,
however
,
had
not
been
out
so
late
before
in
all
his
life
,
and
things
looked
so
strange
about
him
!
—
just
as
if
he
had
got
into
Fairyland
,
of
which
he
knew
quite
as
much
as
anybody
;
for
his
mother
had
no
money
to
buy
books
to
set
him
wrong
on
the
subject
.
I
have
seen
this
world
—
only
sometimes
,
just
now
and
then
,
you
know
—
look
as
strange
as
ever
I
saw
Fairyland
.
But
I
confess
that
I
have
not
yet
seen
Fairyland
at
its
best
.
I
am
always
going
to
see
it
so
some
time
.
But
if
you
had
been
out
in
the
face
and
not
at
the
back
of
the
North
Wind
,
on
a
cold
rather
frosty
night
,
and
in
your
night
-
gown
,
you
would
have
felt
it
all
quite
as
strange
as
Diamond
did
.
He
cried
a
little
,
just
a
little
,
he
was
so
disappointed
to
lose
the
lady
:
of
course
,
you
,
little
man
,
wouldn
’
t
have
done
that
!
But
for
my
part
,
I
don
’
t
mind
people
crying
so
much
as
I
mind
what
they
cry
about
,
and
how
they
cry
—
whether
they
cry
quietly
like
ladies
and
gentlemen
,
or
go
shrieking
like
vulgar
emperors
,
or
ill
-
natured
cooks
;
for
all
emperors
are
not
gentlemen
,
and
all
cooks
are
not
ladies
—
nor
all
queens
and
princesses
for
that
matter
,
either
.
But
it
can
’
t
be
denied
that
a
little
gentle
crying
does
one
good
.
It
did
Diamond
good
;
for
as
soon
as
it
was
over
he
was
a
brave
boy
again
.
“
She
shan
’
t
say
it
was
my
fault
,
anyhow
!
”
said
Diamond
.
“
I
daresay
she
is
hiding
somewhere
to
see
what
I
will
do
.
I
will
look
for
her
.
”
