“Oh, but he’ll go for your sake.”
She seemed not to hear him.
“Father”—she turned to him with sudden pleading—“may I not see Eëtíon? I long to see him now—now. What foolishness to keep us apart. We are betrothed, Eëtíon and I.”
“But I can tell him about the colony.”
“No, no, I must tell him myself. Please, Father, please!”
He could not resist her pleading. He kissed her. “Impetuous daughter,” he called her. But he went forth to find Eëtíon.
CHAPTER XLIV
THE METIC
Theria was heroic no longer. She ran to find Baltè.
“Baltè, dress me quick, quick,” she commanded. “No, in my festival dress, the white one with the purple-flowered border. And I want the lovely big necklace, too, with the golden shells and amethysts.”