CHAPTER XXIV
Fulk’s eyes were two blue stones set in a face of granite. He sat his horse, alert yet motionless, watching Isoult and the man behind her. It was Merlin. Fulk knew him in spite of his peasant’s clothes. Merlin, with his chin thrust forward and his yellow teeth gleaming.
He was speaking to Isoult.
“The truth—out with it! That is no King, but a bastard called Fulk Ferrers.”
He drove his nails into her wrist, but her lips remained closed.
Fulk saw and understood.
There was the secret glitter of a knife in Merlin’s fist. He held it behind Isoult’s left shoulder, and spoke in her ear.
“Speak, jade, speak.”
“It is the King.”
“You lie!”