'Ye are not gracious, Master Fleming. See if I ask ye again! Now there is one, Master Adam Sinclair, Lord of Lincoln, would ride to the world's end for me.'
'He can ask for favours in return; one day ye will pay him dearly.'
'How so, bird of ill omen?'
'With yourself.'
'Master Kingston Fleming, I do not need your auguries; once before I told you so.'
He looked up and flashed a smile—most mocking, or most tender?
She leaned from the window at his side. 'You are happier to-day, King: you can taunt.'
'O ay, I can always do that.—How pretty is Mistress Dinnage!'
'I am glad she pleases you.'
'Give me a rose, Deb, for peace.'