“Yes.”
“I am ready.”
The sirdar stood up. There was magic in the air. Diana sensed it; she was trembling. Hannah Sanburn rose and placed herself between the sirdar and the fire, so that he could not pass her easily.
“Do you accept responsibility?” she asked.
The sirdar nodded.
“Will he return here?”
“As to that I am ignorant. He will arrive there.”
“You will escort him safely to the Lama?”
Again the sirdar nodded.
Hannah Sanburn moved and the sirdar strode past her toward the door. Ommony started to follow him, but turned, walked deliberately up to Hannah Sanburn and kissed her, hardly knowing why, except that he admired her and possibly might never see her again. She seemed to understand.