“I neither know nor care.”
“Whence has she come?”
“I did not ask her. Such wenches come from nowhere and go nowhere, till the Father of Lies takes his own.”
The son looked thoughtful.
“You are no wiser than when you went in?”
“Yes, wiser; wise enough.”
He seemed to consider the matter as though all the authority were his.
“Give me the key, mother. I must read this rebus.”
Her face softened. Some instinct made her afraid, and yet urged her to dissemble her fear, for she was loath to let her son go into Isoult’s chamber.
“Do not vex your head about the jade, Fulk. I will see to it.”