“I am all ready now,” said Ysolt.
“So are we.”
“How must I get down?”
“Climb through the window and jump. You will fall into the water, but I shall catch you and place you in the boat.”
“But I shall get horridly wet!”
“Of course; but, darling, that can make no great difference, so that you escape.”
“And spoil my clothes, too!”
“Yes, Ysolt, I know; but—”
“I cannot do it; I am afraid.” And Ysolt began to cry.
Wild despair filled the heart of Sir Bleoberis.