Grimbald’s gaunt face remained thoughtful and placid.
“Marpasse has found her,” he said.
Aymery’s eyes asked more than Grimbald had the heart to tell.
“She is safe,” was all that he would say, and acting as though there were no secret to be concealed, he went out to lay the fire on the hearth of the great room.
Now Marpasse showed a most managing temper that May morning, and went about as though she had some grave work on hand. She herself took food in to Aymery, remained awhile with the door shut, and came out looking very set about the mouth.
“I have told him a lie,” she said to Grimbald in a whisper, “his eyes asked for it. Go in and barber him, Father; a lover looks best with a clean chin.”
Grimbald stared her in the face.
“What have you told him?”
“That we kept her away last night—for the sake of his wounds.”
Grimbald’s lips came together for a “but.” Marpasse whispered on.