“Is there any other settlement near of the Dylar?” the German asked impetuously.
“None, sir.”
“One has gone forth into the world from this place, a woman, tall, dark-eyed, with black hair heavy about the brows, and a soft voice. She is a lady. Who is she? Where is she?”
“I know no such. There is one abroad who sings. She is famous, and she returns no more. I do not know where she is, nor what name she sings by. There are others who are married. There are two young girls who study. I know no such lady. It might be one of Dylar’s messengers; but she is away.”
“Could I learn at the castle?”
“Ah, no! we do not keep their track. They come and they go. There was one who came last year. She was something like your lady. She stayed a week; and she reaped a field of wheat. She is strong to work in the fields.”
The German sighed, and said no more.
“The present Dylar is young, is he not?” asked the Italian.
“Oh, yes; but little over thirty. But he is very serious. His father was gay till he lost his wife. Then he never smiled again. But when our Dylar came here with his bride last year he was different. His eyes followed her everywhere.”
“What did he call her?” asked the Italian.