"Hush." Her hand fell over his lips, and he felt her tremble. "Jasor, how knew you I was here?"
"I knew not until the night called me into the garden and I heard the sound of the water," he replied. "Then your presence told me of itself and I spoke your name."
There was a stone seat at one end of the pool. She led him there and seated herself at his side. "You are bold," she said, speaking quickly. "Jasor, I came here to think—as I have thought ever since we spoke together today."
"And having thought, will you give me my answer now?"
She lifted her eyes, dark in the silver night. "Can you truly do those things you spoke of?" she questioned him again as she had questioned before.
"Do you doubt it?" he questioned in reply.
"Nay, I think not. You would do all you say—for me?"
"All and more, for you, or to save you a sorrow," Croft said.
"Think you," said she, "that Kyphallos of Aphur is aught to me?"
"No," Croft laughed. "I know you hate him, Princess—name him the beast he is."