The high priest nodded.
"And she is well—and safe?" demanded King.
"Her body is well, but her heart is sick," replied the high priest; "but she is safe—those who find favour in the eyes of the King are always safe, while the King's favour lasts."
"Has she—has he—"
"I understand what you would ask, my son," said Vay Thon. "Lodivarman has not yet sent for her."
"But he will," cried King.
"To-night, I think," said Vay Thon.
The anguish in the young man's eyes would have been apparent to one of far less intelligence and discernment than Vay Thon. He laid his hand in compassion upon the shoulder of the American. "If I could help you, my son, I would," he said; "but in such matters kings may not be crossed even by gods."
"Where is she?" asked King.
"She is in the King's house," replied Vay Thon, pointing toward a wing of the palace that was visible from where they stood.