He knew the shadows should frighten him. They should be the places of nightmares. But in them he could hide and no one could see him. See his guilt. See the secret. See the crime. They kept turning on the lights. The lights were all pain and reality. The men would not stop. The secret must be kept. It must not be allowed into the light. It would die again. That could not be allowed as long as Raulph lived. Something had to be done. To save the secret from the men with their light and their false words of safety and comfort.