They separated for the night, Cabot pondering deeply on the parting words of the priest.
Lilla and Myles made their way to her old quarters, where he had courted her in the days when he had been a mere barsarkar, newly arrived in Kuana, after his escape from the Formians. Here, too, they had lived as guests of King Kew, her father, after their marriage; except of course, during such time as they had spent at their own country residence on the beautiful little island in the midst of Lake Luno. The fatal Lake Luno!
In Lilla’s recent captivity under Yuri, she had been permitted to occupy these same quarters. And Bthuh, her best friend, and wife of Poblath, had accompanied her as lady in waiting, and had taken charge as of old.
Yuri, still hoping to win the princess, had not violated the sanctuary of those rooms.
Lilla and Myles entered the quarters together.
“Lie down for a minute on this couch,” she said, “while I find your things.”
He obeyed. In a moment she was back, but the weary earthman was sound asleep where he had dropped. Tenderly she kissed the unshaven face; then spread a blanket over him and left him there in the outer room, while she retired to her chamber for the night.
The next thing he knew some one was shaking his shoulder. He awoke with a start.
Bthuh, the wife of Poblath, lady in waiting to the princess, was standing over him with an electric candle in her hand.