He sprang up, broad awake in an instant; he saw her. ‘Oh, your face!’ he cried out. ‘Haunted! haunted!’ It was a face all grey, and as still as marble save for the looming eyes.
‘You sleep,’ she said, ‘but I keep vigil. Bid me good-bye. I am going away.’
He said, ‘Where you go, I go. I dare not leave you as now you are.’
She was in a stare. ‘I am going to the King.’
‘To the King!’ It horrified him. ‘You—alone?’
‘I am sent: I must go.’
‘I go with you.’
She shook her head. ‘You cannot. What I do I must do myself. Now bid me good speed upon my journey.’
He folded his arms. ‘I think I will not. I think the best wish I could make for you would be that you should die.’