‘This morning he told her his purpose; this evening again—yes, now, while we talk—he is forcing it on her. And what help has she?’
‘She won’t let me help her; she won’t let me see her.’
‘How can you help her, you who do nothing but curse?’
‘Look here, Kortes,’ said I, ‘I know all that. I’m a fool and a worm and everything else you like to intimate; but your contempt doesn’t seem much more practical than my cursing. What’s in your mind?’
‘You must keep faith with this lady in your own land?’
‘You know of her?’
‘My sister has told me—she who waits on the Lady Euphrosyne.’
‘Ah! Yes, I must keep faith with her.’
‘And with Mouraki?’ he asked.
My mind travelled with his. I caught him eagerly by the arm. I had his idea in a moment.