'Rallywood hates you?' he repeated in angry astonishment.
'Yes; but whatever he may feel for me I return in full!'
'Valerie, then you love no one? Say it again.'
The jingle of spur and scabbard came through the flower-hung spaces, and Rallywood passed within a few feet of them. He was whistling softly as he walked along with an easy swing of his strong shoulders.
'I love——' Valerie began, and stopped short, for Rallywood turned in his stride as if he felt their eyes upon him.
'His Highness has sent for you, Unziar,' he said.
CHAPTER XIII.
LOVE IN TWO SHADES.
All the next morning the snow fell persistently, and Sagan might have been, as far as appearances went, a castle built in the air. Above, below, around, the snow eddied like a fairy torrent, beating against the solid walls and curling in curious ringed swirls about its buttresses as water beats about a rock in midstream.