“I love him.”
They walked on in silence. Guest the One-eyed wished to have his message given before going into the house.
“I have seen him,” he said. “And I was to bring you greeting from him.”
The girl stopped still and clasped her hand to her breast. The colour had risen to her cheeks as she spoke of her lover; now she turned pale. The old man looked at her intently, taking in her fine profile, her beautiful eyes and lovely hair, the fineness of her figure. He realized that these two were destined for each other; that they must love each other at first sight.
Bagga could hardly speak at first. After a while she said:
“You have spoken to him? Is it long ago? What did he say? Did he ask you to bring me greeting?”
“No.”
“But you said so just now!” She looked at him with tears in her eyes.
“I asked if I should bring you greeting, and he said yes. And I read more in his eyes. Can you guess what?”
“No.”