“Your Majesty,” he said, saluting, “I shall ask for your congratulations on behalf of Colonel Bushnieff. The attacking force have been entrapped into the pass, and are now subject to a terrible cross-fire. Bushnieff’s guns are so placed that every one of them is effectual. I go to give the award. The defending force have easily triumphed.”
“I will come with you,” the King answered.
Brand drew back to let them pass. Marie also lingered. In a moment they were alone. He turned to her.
“You are coming?” he asked.
“I think not. I am tired. My servants are below. I shall return to Theos.”
Brand hesitated.
“My horse is lame,” he remarked.
“I do not wonder at it,” she answered. “You have been galloping about without choosing your way.”
“I too am tired,” he continued, thoughtfully.
Her lips parted.