“She has not yet left her room, your lordship,” he replied.
“Let her know that I am here, waiting audience of her.”
“Will your lordship please to give me your name?”
“Tell her that one who knows the white leech desires to see her.”
“She will kill me if I take such a message: I must not. I dare not.”
“You refuse?”
He cast a glance at my attendant, and went.
The others continued staring—too much afraid of her to take their eyes off her. I turned to the graceful creature, where she stood, her muzzle dropped to my heel, white as milk, a warm splendour in the gloomy place, and stooped and patted her. She looked up at me; the mere movement of her head was enough to scatter them in all directions. She rose on her hind legs, and put her paws on my shoulders; I threw my arms round her. She pricked her ears, broke from me, and was out of sight in a moment.
The man I had sent to the princess entered.
“Please to come this way, my lord,” he said.