Her eyes wandered towards Fulk, and Knollys understood the look.
“Madame, it is he. Forgive him if he is bitter against his own half-brother.”
For some moments the Princess sat rigid, staring at nothing. Then she spoke in a slow, toneless voice.
“Let him draw near.”
When Fulk Ferrers looked on the Princess’s face a sudden great and chivalrous pity stirred in him. The look in her eyes slew the bitterness in him.
“Fulk Ferrers, let me see your face.”
He put his vizor up, and, going on one knee, bent his head to her.
“Madame, it seems that I have brought you evil when I would have brought you good.”
Her eyes flashed.
“Look up. Ah, how strange! Should I not hate you, Fulk Ferrers, with all the strength of the woman in me?”