"Why?"
"Discords are bad at the eleventh hour. That woman could have half-wrecked our cause. It was policy to silence her and the man. I made sure of it by killing them."
Yeoland's face had a shadow of repugnance upon it; her eyes darkened. The man seemed in a callous, scoffing humour; it was mere glittering steel over the bitterness within.
"You will tell me her name?"
"What is it to you?"
"She haunts me."
"Forget her."
"I cannot."
"Have the truth if you will. She was the wife of the Lord Flavian of Gambrevault."
The girl stood motionless for a moment; then swayed away several steps from Fulviac under the trees. One hand was at her throat; her voice came in a whisper.