“At least,” he said, “one thing is clear. Ughtred of Tyrnaus must be delayed.”
Hassen shrugged his shoulders. The gesture was expressive.
“It will be worth—say five thousand pounds to you,” the Ambassador remarked, carelessly, “to make sure of it.”
Hassen nodded and stepped out of the carriage. They had drawn up before one of the embassies, and his arrival with Prince Alexis was not a thing to be advertised.
“I shall do my best,” he said, slipping away in the crowd.
“Why, yes, I shall miss you. Isn’t that natural?”
“I hope so,” he answered. “I shall never forget these days.” She laughed gaily. The music was playing something very soft and low. Reist had not yet reappeared.
“Isn’t that a little rash, my friend? You love experiences, and you are going to enter upon a very wonderful life. You are much to be envied.”
“Sara,” he said, “you must come to Theos.”