“I will never hurt the King,” Evander promised. “And now, dear love—”
He could not say farewell.
There was a moment’s silence as they stood facing each other, holding hands, the woman trying to smile. The silence was suddenly, brutally broken by the loud, clear report of a shot. Brilliana stiffened with the start.
“What was that?”
“It seemed a pistol-shot in the garden,” Evander answered.
“Who should fire now?”
“I will go see,” Evander said, turning towards the open space. Brilliana restrained him.
“Oh no, dear love, my heart misgives; there may be danger.”
Evander gently released himself.