"Ask, my lord, and I will answer," Tristan replied.
"Where is the Lady Hellayne?"—
The questioning voice growled like far off thunder.
Tristan recoiled a step, staring into the questioner's face as if he thought he had gone mad.
"The Lady Hellayne?" he stammered, white to the lips and with a dull sinking of the heart. "How am I to know? I have not seen her since I left Avalon—months ago. Is she not with you?"
The Lord Laval's brow was dark as a thunder cloud.
"If she were with me—would I be wasting my time asking you concerning her?" he barked.
"Where is she, then?" Tristan gasped.
"That you shall tell me—or I have forgotten the use of this knife!"
And he laid his hand on the hilt of a long dagger that protruded from his belt.