"Sit then and rest!" he enjoined. "Presently, when you feel equal to it, we shall start out!"
"Whither shall we go?" she asked.
"Why—to the abode of your liege lord."
"Why—yes—" she answered at length, as though it had been the last suggestion she had expected. "And when he returns," she added, after a pause, "he will owe you no small thanks for your solicitude on my behalf."
There was a pause. A hundred thoughts thronged Tristan's mind.
Presently she spoke again.
"Tristan," she inquired very gently, "what was it that brought you to the church?"
"I came with the others, Hellayne," he replied, and, fearing such questions as might follow—questions he had been dreading ever since he brought her to the sacristy, he said:
"If you are recovered, we had better set out."
"I am not yet sufficiently recovered," she replied. "And, before we go, there are a few points in this strange adventure that I would have you make clear to me! Meanwhile we are very well here! If the good fathers do come upon us, what shall it signify?"—