"By my faith," I cried, "I don't know what his purpose is."
"You swear it?" he asked in distrust and amazement.
"Most willingly," I answered. "It is simple truth."
He gazed at me still as though but half-convinced.
"Then what's your purpose in going?" he asked.
"I obey my orders. Yet I have a purpose, and one I had rather trust with myself than with you, my lord."
"Pray, sir, what is it?"
"To serve and guard the lady who goes also."
After a moment of seeming surprise, he broke into a sneering laugh.