“With my Queen,” said Ghail with dignity, “over the sadness of her captivity.”
Then a pleasant slender sun-browned woman came out beside Ghail and nodded in a friendly fashion to Tony. He gaped at her. She had the comfortable air of an unmarried woman who is quite content to be unmarried. Which is not in the least like a queen. The palace of the djinn king loomed up on all sides, but here in the center things were different. These houses did not look like a dungeon, to be sure. Here was a meadow half a mile this way by half a mile that, with these buildings and gardens in the center so that it looked like a small farm. The contrast between these structures and the magnificence of the palace was odd enough. The atmosphere of reasonably complete contentment was stranger still. The Queen looked as if she were having a perfectly comfortable time here, and was as well-satisfied as anybody ought to be.
“This,” said Ghail stiltedly, “is the Lord Toni.”
Chapter 12
The Queen smiled. There was flour on her hands, as if she had been cooking something.
“Have you breakfasted, Lord Toni?” she asked.
“Well—no,” admitted Tony.
“Then come in,” said the Queen, “and we will talk while you do.”
They entered a small room, an almost bare room, a peasant’s general-purpose room which had the shining neatness of a house with no man in it to mess it up. But this had not the fussy preciosity of too many possessions. There was a small fire burning on a raised hearth, giving off a distinctly acrid smell which yet was not unpleasant.
“You will have coffee,” said the Queen, “and whatever else we can find. We are a little straitened for food today, because so much went for your meal last night.”