XVI
“He that guesseth, often goes wrong”
—Northern saying.
In the sudden darkness that shut down upon them, the Songsmith felt Helvin’s body dash against his, heard Helvin’s hiss at his ear:
“Let me after him,—do you hear?”
“Let you betray your state to all men? Lord, I have saved your secret—”
“I will kill him only for coming so near to guessing it!”
“Has all sense left you?”
“Off, or he will reach the hall-door before I can catch him! Would you turn my wrath upon yourself?”