"Yes--the gods are good."
"Do you feel better?"
"Better--yes--but I am very tired."
"Will you lie down yonder and try to rest?"
"Yes, Philippe."
She was very submissive. He covered her with his coat and she thanked him softly. But again he noticed the air of indifference, of restraint, of passive acceptance of the new relationship between them.
The breeze was life-giving and the craft, which bore the name of Elsa seemed as deeply imbued as Rowland with the exigencies of the occasion, for as the breeze freshened she leaped joyously toward the distant shore as though aware of an important mission which had nothing to do with trout or felchen. Rowland steered wide of all other craft, fishermen's boats returning to Lindau, a steamer just leaving the Hafen for Rorschach, and having covered as he thought a sufficient distance from his point of departure swung in again toward the Bavarian shore.
Markov had described Schloss Kempelstein to him--a solitary tower upon the shore of the lake, west of Lindau. There was a small jetty too with boats. Such a place should not be difficult to find. He searched the shore with his gaze and found a tower--much nearer Lindau than he had supposed.
At the sudden change in the motion of the Elsa coming around on the other tack, Zoya Rochal started up and looked at the rapidly approaching shore.
"It seems a pity," she said quietly.