"Why didn't you try another gate?" I asked.
"I did—three others."
"With similar results?"
"Absolutely."
"Therefore, you inferred?" I asked.
"Nothing, my dear Armand, nothing. I know. At one of the gates, the officer condescended to tell me that he was acting under the express order of Field Marshal, His Royal Highness the Governor of Dornlitz."
"And he told you the truth," I said.
"Of course he did," she laughed. "I never doubted it. What I want to know is your reason for the order."
"And that is what brought you here?" I asked.
"That—and the pleasure of seeing my dear husband," she drawled.