“You give me pleasure, Lavarcham, but all these she need do or not do as she pleases. Tell me rather of herself, what is her mode? What is her way of thinking?”
“She is loving and obedient as a pet fawn, and she is wild-spirited as a wild fawn. She is thoughtful for others; she loves knowledge, and she fears nothing.”
“Even lacking all this, there is yet the makings of a queen in her.”
Lavarcham nodded a satisfied head.
“But she does not lack, and she is a queen. In a week, when she has become used to the crowd and the court, all the others will fall back to their own places and she will remain in her place.”
“I think it will be so. But,” and he aroused again, “you have said nothing about the curve of her cheek, Lavarcham.”
“What would a poor woman say of that!” she cried gleefully.
“I saw her neck when she bent over my hand, and I saw the two great tresses falling away on either side. Lavarcham, that was a wonder to see!”
“We see with our own sight, master.”
“When she stood up I saw the lips that had touched my hand: and I looked in her eyes as she went away. There is no end to those depths of light, and I can imagine that they would change as the deep sea changes. If she were angry they would be—thus; and if she smiled they would be thus again; the same and different. If she smiled her lips would move in the smile. How do her lips go when they smile, Lavarcham?”