“Mine—yes, either here in Valeria, or over the seas in old Hugo’s land—as the Book decides for Lotzen or for me.”
“And do you honestly think, Armand, that he has the Book?”
“What do you think?” he asked.
“Women don’t think—they have only intuition, and mine says that he has.”
“Then I shall go this night——”
“And I with you.”
“Then I won’t go.”
“Nonsense, dear—why not? Dalberg Castle is always ready, and I shall take the Household, or part of it. I most assuredly would not let you go alone, to be butchered by our dear and loving cousin.”
He knew it was useless to protest.
“Well, come along, little woman,” he said; “and may be, together, we can devise a way for me to get the Book out of Lotzen Castle.”