“On what adventure is Your Highness engaged?” demanded Florent anxiously.
It seemed to him that William neither knew nor cared who spoke to him. He showed no sign of remembering that he awaited news from Sir Gabriel; he appeared to be entirely engaged in the matter on hand.
“Now, how may we find it?” was his sole comment, as he turned impatiently along the canal.
“It is too dark to see the sign—a few houses have lamps above the door,” said Florent.
“Help me to look. I would rather charge a thousand men with a hundred than lose an hour now.”
The Prince took Florent’s presence as a matter of course, neither desiring nor resenting it.
They proceeded in silence along the stone causeway.
Florent was the first to catch the gleam of a pair of gilt scales dangling over the low portico of one of the doors.
“Shall I wait here for Your Highness?” he asked.
“You may enter if you will.”