Evander surveyed his truculent opponent with a tranquil contempt which had its effect in increasing the irritation of the Cavalier.
“You play the valiant braggart to a captive,” he commented, quietly. Then he turned to Brilliana as one who had no further desire for treaty with a fellow of this kind.
“Let me remind you, lady, that I came here under a flag of truce.”
Brilliana had forgotten Evander in the exhilaration of her relief. But now that he had come into her mind again, so with his image had flooded in again all the prejudices he provoked, the scorn, the hatred.
“That plea cannot release you,” she answered, hotly. “Your time was up, your sword was drawn; I am very sure you would have joined your men.”
Evander, whose arms were now released from bondage by Garlinge and Clupp, made a gesture of absolute acquiescence.
“I am very sure I should have joined my men,” he answered, calmly. Brilliana rounded on him triumphant.
“Then you are a prisoner of war, fairly taken. Let me have no more words.”
As indifferent to her words as to the angry carriage of the Cavaliers, Evander stepped tranquilly back to his place between his warders.