"True," said Fatkoura; "let us wait."
She sank back. Until evening she remained without moving or speaking, her eyes fixed upon the same spot on the floor. When it was quite dark, she rose and said, "Come!" Tika made no objection, and they set off. They traversed the gardens once more, skirted other houses and courtyards. The girl found her way by looking from time to time at the great tower, upon which a lantern burned.
"You see that small house with two roofs, outlined clear against the sky? It is there."
"The window is lighted," said Fatkoura. "Is he there? Is it indeed possible? Conquered, captive, about to die!"
They went on.
"Are there soldiers there?" asked Fatkoura, in a low voice.
"I do not know," said Tika; "I see no one."
"If I cannot speak to him, I will throw the sword through that open window."
They walked on, and down a slight slope. All at once Fatkoura felt herself clasped by a strong arm, which held her back.
"Another step, and you would have fallen into a deep ditch, which lies just beneath your feet," said a voice. Fatkoura recognized the Prince of Tosa.