“She is not, majesty. She is red-lipped and sweet-eyed and delicious. She is the loveliest woman that moves in the world.”
“Sit on that stool. Do not mind your eye for a moment. We shall mind it for you in a little time. Answer my questions. Did that woman look young or old?”
“She looked young as a bride.”
“Are her cheeks thin?”
“They are not thin; they are round and rosy.”
“Are her eyes red and sunken?”
“They are clear as sweet water, majesty; they are coloured—— But for looking into them I should have got away, for, having looked, I could not but keep on looking until Naoise threw his chessman.”
“You are muddled,” said Conachúr sternly.
“I would give my other eye for another look at her,” said the guard savagely.
Conachúr leaped furiously to his feet.