“Sir,” she said, softly, “I beg that you will come with me.”
Brand felt his heart beating with more than the mere excitement of the moment. He yielded. She pressed a spring with her finger, and the panel rolled slowly back into its place.
CHAPTER XIII
Up the steep ascent to the capital two men galloped their tired horses in stern silence. For twelve hours they had ridden with scant waste of breath in speech. Only at each change, and seven times since break of day, had they changed horses. Prince Ughtred had lit a fresh cigar and asked the same question and met with the same reply.
“How goes it, Nicholas?”
“We keep up with the time. Forward!”
As they neared the capital they rode through a stream of people wending their way citywards. Reist drew rein.
“Whither away, friends?”