“He will,” said Ulfin strongly.
“Did you know?”
“Yes.”
“But the people of your land will punish you for bringing us here, if they find out that he is my Father and that you have brought us together. They will kill you. Why did you do it, Ulfin?”
“Because you wished it, Princess,” he said, “and because I would rather die for you than live without you.”
[CHAPTER ELEVEN]
The Peacemaker
THE children thought they had never seen a kinder face or more noble bearing than that of the Professor of Conchology, but the Mer Princess could not bear to look at him. She now felt what Mavis had felt when Cathay failed to recognize her—the misery of being looked at without recognition by the eyes that we know and love. She turned away, and pretended to be looking at the leaves of the seaweed hedge while Mavis and Francis were arranging to take lessons in Conchology three days a week, from two to four.
“You had better join a class,” said the Professor, “you will learn less that way.”