“I cannot,” she spoke sharply. “I cannot praise him.”
“You are ill,” said Nikander, going to her. Indeed he feared some fever had deprived her of her wits.
“No, I am not ill.”
“Then what madness is this? What nonsense!” Nikander could hardly believe in this sudden quarrel darkening the brightness of his day of joy.
Dryas crossed over to her. He was ever the peacemaker.
“What has happened, Theria?” He began gently.
Her great eyes looked fearfully at him.
“You know perfectly well what has happened. How dare you ask!”
Nikander was now thoroughly angry.