She glanced at him as they put their horses into a gentle canter. Then she added:
“You, too, feel that we are coming to something tremendous, don’t you?”
Her horse whinnied shrilly. Domini stroked his foam-flecked neck with her hand.
“Abou is as full of anticipation as we are,” she said. Androvsky was looking towards the tower.
“That was built for French soldiers,” he said. A moment afterwards he added:
“I wonder why Batouch chose this place for us to camp in?”
There was a faint sound as of irritation in his voice.
“Perhaps we shall know in a minute,” Domini answered. They cantered on. Their horses’ hoofs rang with a hard sound on the stony ground.
“It’s inhospitable here,” Androvsky said. She looked at him in surprise.
“I never knew you to take a dislike to any halting-place before,” she said. “What’s the matter, Boris?”