He noticed that her eyes were never quiet. Her glances roved from place to place, but most often into the depths of the wood and upward among the branches of the trees. Once she started and turned suddenly to gaze intently into the forest.
"What is it?" asked Blake.
"Methought something moved within the wood," she said. "Let us be gone."
"It is almost dusk," he replied. "When it is dark we can ride to Nimmr in safety. Some of Bohun's knights may still be searching for you."
"What!" she exclaimed. "Remain here until dark? Knowest thou not where we be?"
"Why, what's wrong with this place?" demanded the man.
She leaned toward him, her eyes wide with terror. "It be the Wood of the Leopards!" she whispered.
"Yes?" he queried casually.
"Here lair the great leopards of Nimmr," she continued, "and after night falls only a camp with many guards and beast fires be safe from them. And even so not always then, for they have been known to leap upon a warder and, dragging him into the wood, devour him within hearing of the camp.
"But," suddenly her eyes responded to a new thought, "I hadst forgot the strange, roaring weapon with which thou slew the knights of Bohun! Of a surety with that thou couldst slay all the leopards of the wood!"