“I can do more than that—for you.”
“And why for me?” he asked with some curiosity.
“Because—because you are Keyork Arabian’s friend.” She glanced at his face, but he showed no surprise.
“You have seen him this afternoon, of course,” he remarked.
And odd smile passed over Unorna’s face.
“Yes. I have seen him this afternoon. He is a friend of mine, and of yours—do you understand?”
“He is the wisest of men,” said the Wanderer. “And also the maddest,” he added thoughtfully.
“And you think it was in his madness, rather than in his wisdom, that he advised you to come to me?”
“Possibly. In his belief in you, at least.”
“And that may be madness?” She was gaining courage.