“Knollys planned the adventure. Knollys brought us here—in secret. Pah! it makes my gorge rise!”
“Have faith in a friend. Might not I be the traitress?”
He flashed a look at her.
“Isoult, if I sneer and am savage, bear with me. This—has hurt—more than wounds.”
Instantly she was kneeling before him, her hands on his shoulders.
“I know, I know. Such treachery bites deep. But there are other lands than this, and you and I will seek them.”
He caught her and held her fast.
“Dear heart, heal me. We will ride out together, this very morning, and take ship for France. The shipmen will want money, and, by God, I feel minded to turn robber for a day and empty some rich fool’s purse. We must have money.”
“Sell the horses.”
“Then as to the ports. Southampton and the great ones will be watched. The King’s doom is on us.”