'With a boat and a rope,' he answered.
'Take me! I will sit quite still in the bottom. I will watch; no one has better eyes or ears than I.'
'More beautiful you mean!'
He shut her eyes with his lips and kissed the lobe of one little ear. But she moved impatiently in his arms, with a small laugh that meant many things—that she was happy, and that she loved him, but that a kiss was no answer to what she had just said, and that he must not kiss her again till he had replied in words.
'This is man's work,' he answered. 'Besides, it is the work of one man only, and no more.'
'Some one must watch below,' Zoë suggested.
'There is the man in the boat. But watching is useless. If any one surprises us in the tower, I can get away; but if I am caught by an enemy from the water the game is up. That is the only danger.'
'That is the only danger,' Zoë repeated, more to herself than for him.
He saw that she had understood now, and that she would not try to keep him longer, nor again beg to be taken. She went with him to the door of the vestibule without calling the maids, and she parted from him there, very quietly.