Cicada crawled, and rose, from under her sweet burden.
'Wait,' she hissed; 'the grate's open. A strong leap, and I have him.'
An idle threat; but enough to make the whelp start, and clap to the bars, and fly screaming.
The Fool returned, panting, to her charge.
'Forget him,' she said.
'I have forgotten him, my mother. But his lie——'
'Yes?'
'Was it a lie?'
'About Bona? I am a woman now. I'll answer nothing for my sex.'
'I'll answer for her. About my father, I meant?'