'Signs? What signs?'
He told her. Her mobile lips expressed a doubt before she uttered it.
'A poor warrant that for this intrusion, Ser Bernabó.'
The captain grew uncomfortable. 'Highness, you mistake my motives.'
'I hope I do,' she answered lightly, and turned her shoulder to him.
He commanded his two waiting followers. The others were already in the enclosed garden. 'To the temple!'
At that she turned again, her eyes indignant. 'Without my leave? The temple, sir, is my own private bower.'
The captain, hesitated, ill-at-ease. 'Hardly at present, highness. It is in the hands of the workmen; and this fellow may be hiding there.'
'He is not. He could not be in the temple without my knowledge. I am but come from there.'
'Your memory, highness, is at fault. As I approached, you were coming along the terrace from the enclosed garden.'