Prince of Marshes; (Kissing her hand.) Having
that word of praise I will bring a good heart into
the fight.
(Goes.)
(Taig is slipping out after him.)
Queen: See now the King of Sorcha slipping
away into the fight. Stop here now! (Pulls him
back.) You have a life that is precious to many
besides yourself. Do not go without being well
armed—and with a troop of good fighting men
at your back.
Taig: I am greatly obliged to you. I think
I'll be best with myself.
Queen: You have no suit or armour upon you.
Taig: That is what I was thinking.
Queen: Here anyway is a sword.
Taig: (Taking it.) That's a nice belt now.
Well worked, silver thread and gold.
Queen: The King's own guard will go out with
you.