“He is amusing himself. But, Ughtred, I came to talk to you for a moment. They tell me that you are going back to the front directly.”
“I must be there at daybreak,” he answered. “Until then we have granted them an armistice—to bury their dead.”
She nodded.
“I hear all about it. I was in the field-hospital all day, and the wounded were brought in shouting with joy. It was a great fight, Ughtred.”
An answering gleam flashed in his eyes.
“You should have been a soldier’s daughter, Sara.”
Her face was suddenly grave. She was standing by his side with her hands loosely clasped behind her, her eyes upturned to his.
“Ughtred,” she said, “I have come here to say something to you. There have been rumours of a quarrel between you and the Reists. Is that true?”
“There is something of the sort,” he admitted.
“They say that the Duke of Reist has thrown up his command.”