“It may be,” she said, “that when he is ready he may find his opportunity gone. The throne of Theos will be no bed of roses. In the meantime, I at least shall not go to the palace.”
Reist looked doubtful.
“It was arranged,” he reminded her, “that you should receive the wives of the Ministers. It is your right of birth.”
“I renounce it then for the present,” she answered. “Let him see how the fat old Kolashin woman will look on his left hand.”
Her brother watched her thoughtfully. Then he shrugged his shoulders.
“Women are all alike,” he said to himself, bitterly, on his way to the palace. “She is in love with Ughtred of Tyrnaus. She has drunk with him from the King’s cup. It is enough!”
“Baron Domiloff!”
She rose to her feet perplexed—a little annoyed. It was a visit which she did not understand. He came swiftly across the lawn to her, unattended and unannounced.