“No, lord. I was frightened.” Falsehood came as easily as ever to Danaë now that she had deliberately returned to it.
“Why were you frightened?”
“Lest he should have come to fetch us away, lord.”
“Did you think he had come to steal the Lord Harold?”
“No, lord, there was no reason why he should. That is what I cannot understand. If it had been my own little lord——”
“Then you do think Petros has taken him? Why?”
“Lord, I do not know, except that he is an evil man.”
“Well, you went down to look for your uncle. Did you find him?”
“No, lord; there was no one there.”
“Where did you look for him?”