“It won’t hurt him, sir.”
The truth blazed through me. I had been misled by Christopher’s perfect calm.
“Christopher!” I cried, seizing his hand and wringing it; but he looked bored.
CHAPTER XIX.—The Strength of the White Blood.
Extraordinary Discipline by the King. His Uneasiness Concerning Our Loyalty. Lentala’s Father. We Must Help Destroy Our Friends. Earthquakes.
ALTHOUGH the king was greatly shocked when I told him what had really happened to Gato, his gratification quickly rose, and he regarded Christopher curiously.
“Why didn’t you tell me at once?” he inquired.
“That is not his way, Sire,” I explained. “He avoids talking.”