Rufus did not deny her.
“I am a very earnest lover, a very desperate lover.”
Brilliana made a gesture of protest.
“Fie, this is no love-talk time, when the King is fighting. Ride, gallant Rufus, come back with loyal laurels and the flags of canting rebels, and see how I shall welcome you.”
Rufus caught her hands.
“Must I be content with this?” he asked, hotly.
“You must be content with this,” Brilliana replied, coolly. “Here come your brothers-in-arms.”
The doors of the banqueting-hall opened, and Fawley, Radlett, Bardon, Ingrow, and Halfman came in, all brighter for wine and food.
“’Tis boot and saddle, Rufus,” Fawley cried.