I looked back at James, feeling like I wanted to ask him something -- though I wasn't even clear what I wanted to say. But before I could speak, we both heard a noise.
Echoing from the other side of the great courtyard, around the curve of the tower, came a long, heartfelt cry, half a scream and half a moan, with an intensity in it like I had never heard before.
James' eyes lit up. "Come on," he told me. "This will be something valuable for you to see."
He began to lead me along a path between small gardens and groves of trees, heading towards the sound. The cries had not stopped. The boy, whoever he was, was wailing and moaning like I had never heard anybody moan in my life. There was an anguished, overwhelming intensity in those noises, as though this were the sound of a pain or pleas
