Tamar's distress was so genuine that Jotan stopped. After all, it meant the difference of only a few hours; if such a concession would appease his friend it would be a small price to pay.
"Very well, Tamar," he agreed. "I will wait until then."
None of the three noticed a figure detach itself from the fringe of the crowd nearest them and hurry away.
When the eavesdropping slave girl reached Alurna's side, the princess drew her into a deserted corridor outside the room.
"What were they saying, Anela?" she asked impatiently.
"The handsome one spoke of asking your father for someone—a woman. One of the others sought to change his mind, but he would not listen."
Such a soul-searing flame of hate went through Alurna that her heart seemed to wither in its heat. At sight of her mistress' expression Anela shrank away in terror.
"Did he say when he intends asking for this woman?"
Anela swallowed. "Tonight," she faltered, "—after the evening meal."