She did not look at him, but spoke very softly.
“Wait! you do not know who—or where—or whence.”
His grip tightened.
“Who am I that I should ask? Whence came I, who am I, whither do I go? A captain of free-lances, a man of adventure, a sworder in foreign lands—that shall I be.”
“Does your pride quarrel with such a lot?”
“Perhaps—no.”
“Neither does mine, for you will be a great captain, a king of many adventures.”
He was silent awhile.
“Isoult, I’ll not go alone. By all the blood in my body——!”
She turned to him sharply, and he saw her face white, and passionate, and earnest.