"It is Master Guido Malpas," she whispered, and added, "I am glad you have not killed him."
But that speech went near spoiling all, seeing that I had gone into that tourney her champion.
"Ay, there would have been another tale to tell," I returned very bitterly, "had your rafters been set but a span higher."
"Oh, you mistake me, Mr. Denis (I think they call you so)," said she, and bent low over the wounded man again. "I mean I am glad your kindness to me hath not run so far as you must needs have wished to recall it."
It is a maid's voice more than her words that comforts a man, and so, scarce had she spoken but I saw I had misjudged her.
"Denis is my name," I said eagerly, "but tell me yours now."
"You have heard it, and used it too," she answered smiling. "'Tis Avenon."
"Ay, but the other?" I cried.
She paused before she told me "Idonia."
"He loves you?" I said very quick, and nodded toward Malpas.