"Very well. If there is anything you have to say——"
"Nothing—except perhaps that it is still early. I can display patience. Won't you sit down?"
"Since you wish it."
He took his place opposite her, the table still between them. It was a wide table and he could not have touched her. She rested her elbow on the polished edge, the little toy-like weapon held lightly but firmly in her lifted hand. He leant forward, his eyes on her, watchful, intent. All passion, all desire had died out of them. They were hard and cold with purpose.
"You will tire," he said softly.
"I am very strong."
"À l'outrance, then?"
She smiled faintly.
"À l'outrance."
But he had seen that flicker of amusement and winced under it.