'Now be speedy,' said Christian, 'for I have little leisure or list to bide.'
At that crass speech something of grim smiling hardly kept to concealment.
'Is Philip alive?'
'Yes,' he said, 'if he be not dead,' an answer that angered them. 'God knows'; then he said, 'I have no cause to think him dead.'
'You saw him last alive and like to live?'
'More like to live than I.'
'Where, then, did you leave him?'
'I may not say. I am pledged to silence.'
'How pledged? To whom?'
'To Philip.'