The man's wrinkled face winced despite his years.
"Would you have me go?" he asked her in a hoarse undertone.
She looked into the vast mazes of the woods, shuddered in thought, and was silent. Her mouth hardened; the desire melted from her eyes.
"No," she said anon, turning her hood forward, and drawing a green cloak edged with sables about her, "what would it avail us? Let us sally at once."
A little distance away, their horses, that had been hobbled over night, stood grazing quietly on a patch of grass under the trees. One was a great grey mare, the other a bay jennet, glossy as silk. Jaspar caught them. He was long over the girths and bridles, for his hands were stiff, and his eyes dim. When he returned, Yeoland was still standing like a statue, staring at the blackened tower reeking amid the trees.
"Truly, they have burnt the anguish of it into my heart with fire," she said, as Jaspar held her stirrup.
"God comfort you, madame!"
"Let us go, Jaspar, let us go."
"And whither, lady?"
"Where revenge may lead."