“He’s lying on the bed moaning and swearing, because his wounded arm gives him pain.”
“And is nobody else here?”
She looked round warily, and sank her voice to a whisper as she answered:
“No, not now—nobody else.”
“I was seeking a friend of mine,” said Rudolf. “I want to see him alone. It’s not easy for a king to see people alone.”
“You mean—?”
“Well, you know whom I mean.”
“Yes. No, he’s gone; but he’s gone to find you.”
“To find me! Plague take it! How do you know that, my pretty lady?”
“Bauer told me.”