Half leading, half carrying her, he took her to the nearest chair, settling her there with a cushion at her head.
With white lips she smiled at him; her only desire to allay his concern.
"There's nothing to worry about," she said faintly. "I'm a long way from being dead."
"It's all my fault," he said hoarsely.
"Oh no, you always said I mustn't be too strenuous," she contradicted.
Le Breton let it stay at that, aware that he had said more than he intended to say, and hoping the girl had not grasped all that lay within his comment.
For some minutes Pansy sat quiet, and, as her pain receded, her companion's sentence came more to the fore.
"It's that accursed bullet. When Edouard extracted it he warned me you'd feel the effects for some time."
From Alice, Pansy had learnt that the bullet had been extracted on the day she was brought into her enemy's camp.
Then Raoul must have been there! With the Sultan's forces!