"Death is better."
"That depends!"
"Ah! I understand," she said.
"On—the woman?"
"Yes."
Then he became silent. "Mount the horse," she urged.
Gaston sprang at one bound upon the horse's bare back. Saracen reared and wheeled.
"Splendid!" she said; then, presently: "Take me up with you."
He looked doubting for a moment, then whispered to the horse.
"Come quickly," he said.