HUGO OF THE BROADAXE But as for me, sleep I could not.

And indeed that is small wonder.

For it was the first night I had ever slept out of the Red Tower in my life.

I seemed to lack some necessary accompaniment to the act of going to sleep.
It was a long while before I could find out what it could be that was disturbing me.

At last I discovered that it was the howling of the kennelled blood-hounds which I missed.