Melot bounced out of the room. Jocosa loitered about, hoping for a frolic. A chance look at Master Roy seemed to convince her that she too had better go.
As soon as they were alone Isoult made haste to eat and drink. Between the mouthfuls she said—
"She has not come yet."
"No," said Vincent, "but she will come soon. There is time enough for what she has to do. She had to wait till it was dark. She never works in daylight."
"We are safe now," Isoult said.
"How is that—safe?"
"She will never see my lord except through me. The doorward will bring her to me, or me to her. Then I shall be sent to my lord."
"And will you go, Isoult?"
"Never."
"What will you do?"