“This will serve.”
She tossed it to him, and he flung it over his shoulders and tied the laces.
“A new color.”
“And no ill color either.”
Mellis picked up her own green cloak and fastened it so that it made her look more of a woman. She blushed, and gave Martin a shy, laughing glance.
“This man’s gear does not please me. I shall have to thieve or borrow. And, alas! all the world has gone against us.”
De Lisle’s red figure lying there stark and still made them remember the peril that threatened them. The Red Rose was in the dust; the Forest was but a hunting ground for my Lord of Troy and his riders; the gallows at Troy Castle would bear deadly fruit.
Mellis’s eyes darkened, and her face lost some of its soft, rounded light.
“God help us! This has been an ill day for the Forest. And yet—they were my enemies!”
She stole a glance at Fulk’s body.