“I see many things—treachery, and lies, and dishonour, and the hands of a woman.”
Isoult sat back on her heels, and thrust her knife back into its sheath.
“Ah, so you look askance at me, and my hands are full of treachery!”
He did not look at her, but at the vault of rock above him.
“What God knows the devil discovers. This madman Merlin spoke of shriving me at dawn. He shall find me stiff in the neck.”
“This madman would make and unmake kings; he will use you, Messire Fulk, or break you, if he can. Wait, answer me one question. Think you that I am so mean a thing as to play the quean at Merlin’s bidding, even though I follow the same cause?”
“With hedgehogs, and rats, and field-mice——”
“Answer me this question.”
Her voice challenged him with an edge of passion, and her eyes looked straight at his.
“What do you believe of me, Fulk Ferrers?”