"What?"
"That whoever would drink the ink should be your little husband?"
"Yes, stupid! But let me go—"
"Then it is true?"
"Of course it is. Let me go!"
She was growing impatient. For a moment I hesitated; then I said:—
"Run away quickly! nobody can see us."
She did not need telling twice. As swiftly as her feet could carry her, she ran off to the enemy's camp.
I was a double-dyed traitor. After conniving at my captive's escape I deserted.
"Can it indeed be true?" I pondered. "Have I only to drain that phial of ink in order to become Georgette's husband some day? She said so, and she must know!"