She was not pleased, for her acquaintance with English was more intimate than she had chosen to admit; but if she felt any chagrin she dissimulated with her never-failing art. "Then bid me farewell, O my soul, and go!"
"Up there?" he enquired, lifting his brows.
"Aye, up the causeway and over the bridge, into the city of death."
"Alone?"
"Aye, alone and afoot, my king."
"Pleasant prospect, thanks." Amber whistled, a trifle dashed. "And then, when I get up there—?"
"One will meet thee. Go with him, fearing naught."
"And what will you do, meanwhile?"
"When thou shalt have passed the Gateway, my lord, Naraini will be waiting for thee."
"Very well." Amber threw a leg over the crupper, handed the stallion's reins to the sowar, who had dismounted and drawn near, and dropped upon his feet.