“Be careful, be careful!”
He brought his horse close to hers, so that they rode knee to knee.
“I’ll put my vizor up. There’s no danger for the moment.”
“Speak low, Fulk.”
“The horse’s hoofs will smother it. Isoult, did they threaten you?”
“Threaten?”
“These lords, the King’s Councillors.”
“No, by my heart, they were very courteous. I came by my own will.”
She could see his eyes shining. A hand came out and gripped her wrist.
“Isoult—heart of my desire!”