“Let’s go to the king at once,” she said. “Lentala told him about you and promised to have you there by this time. I fear that Gato has already returned with his report of the Face with its open mouth and purple flame.”
“Just one thing, dear lad,” I interrupted. “I wish to see Lentala first.”
Her adaptability was as quick as a child’s. The seriousness which she had worn flashed into a teasing quirk of the mouth.
“What for?”
“You know very well.”
“Choseph,” she said, solemnly wagging her head at me, “how can you think of girls at such a time as this? Lentala would have too much sense to see you now. Come with me to the king.”
CHAPTER XVIII.—To the Rescue of the King.
Our Risky Audience With His Majesty. He Encoils Us in Allegiance. I Open His Eyes. Gato’s Scheme of Regicide. A Bold Act by Christopher.