"Shall you go to Dover?" asked Barbara, seeming to pay no heed to all that I had been saying.
"Where God pleases," I answered rather peevishly. "Her head's to the land, and I'll row straight to land. The land is safer than the sea."
"No place is safe?"
"None," I answered. But then, repenting of my surliness, I added, "And none so perilous that you need fear, Mistress Barbara."
"I don't fear while you're with me, Simon," said she. "You won't leave me till we find my father?"
"Surely not," said I. "Is it your pleasure to seek him?"
"As speedily as we can," she murmured. "He's in London. Even the King won't dare to touch me when I'm with him."
"To London, then!" I said. "Can you make out the coast?"
"There's a little bay just ahead where the cliff breaks; and I see Dover Castle away on my left hand."