'I am wearing your colours, Bellarion.'
Surprise flickered in his eyes, as they sought confirmation of her statement in the azure and argent of her wear.
'And I did not remark the chance,' he cried.
'Not chance. It is design.'
'It was sweetly and generously courteous so to honour me.'
'It was not only to honour you that I assumed these colours. Have they no message for you, Bellarion?'
'Message?' For the first time in their acquaintance she saw fear in his bold eyes.
'Clearly they have not; no message that you look for. You have said that you covet nothing in this world.'
'Nothing within my reach. To covet things beyond it is to taste the full bitterness of life.'
'Is there anything in the world that is not within your reach, Bellarion?'