“Alys of the Sea-Blue Eyes.”
Betty tried to release herself, but could not.
“Sometimes the sea is grey,” she said.
His own eyes were still in hers.
“Hers were the colour of the sea on a day when the sun shines on it, and there are large fleece-white clouds floating in the blue above. They sparkled and were often like bluebells under water.”
“Bluebells under water sounds entrancing,” said Betty.
He caught his breath slightly.
“They were—entrancing,” he said. “That was evidently the devil of it—saving your presence.”
“I have never objected to the devil,” said Betty. “He is an energetic, hard-working creature and paints himself an honest black. Please tell me the rest.”
“Red Godwyn went forth, and after a bloody fight took his enemy's castle. If we still lived in like simple, honest times, I should take Dunholm Castle in the same way. He also took Alys of the Eyes and bore her away captive.”