He stopped short.
“What do you mean?”
“If there were still a way,” she whispered, “by which our old dream might come true. If it were still possible that you might become the saviour of our country, might even now rescue it from the Turks——”
“Plain words,” he cried. “Let there be no enigmas between you and me. What do you mean?”
She looked at him more boldly.
“If a great Power should say ‘I will not help Theos in her trouble because I do not recognize Ughtred of Tyrnaus, but if the right man is willing to accept the throne—so—I will stretch out my hand—the war shall cease—Theos shall be free.’ What do you think of that, Nicholas?”
He looked at her with new eyes.
“Whose thoughts are these?” he asked, slowly.
“Domiloff’s!”
“He has spoken to you?”