“I must go.”
“And you take the consequences?”
“Yes. If I must.”
“Come, then! But you shall see her first.”
“Oh, no.”
“You shall.”
He laid his hand on her arm, but she shook it off and drew back. He opened the door; she went out in a confused, uncaring state of mind, he following. The anterooms and passages of the castle were lighted dimly, not much more than enough to enable them to see their way. No one was about, and the place was absolutely still. In the long corridor Zarka quickened his pace till he came a little in advance of his companion, showing her the way. As he stopped and laid his hand on a door, Philippa said:
“Where are you taking me? I wish to go back to the farm at once.”
“You will see Royda first?”
“No. What good would that do? Am I not punished enough for my folly?”