“Come, my liege! in a moment they will strike a light, and then will follow that which it would break your heart to hear.”
He did not hesitate this time. The moment we were in the road I ran; and after a moment he threw dignity aside and followed. I did not want to think of what was happening in the hut—I couldn’t bear it; I wanted to drive it out of my mind; so I struck into the first subject that lay under that one in my mind:
“I have had the disease those people died of, and so have nothing to fear; but if you have not had it also—”
He broke in upon me to say he was in trouble, and it was his conscience that was troubling him:
“These young men have got free, they say—but how? It is not likely that their lord hath set them free.”
“Oh, no, I make no doubt they escaped.”
“That is my trouble; I have a fear that this is so, and your suspicion doth confirm it, you having the same fear.”
“I should not call it by that name though. I do suspect that they escaped, but if they did, I am not sorry, certainly.”
“I am not sorry, I think—but—”
“What is it? What is there for one to be troubled about?”