“Ha?”
“To fly down the pass into the woods.”
He darted a look at her and threw back his head, his mouth firm, his eyes fearless.
“As for me,” he said, “I stay at the Gate. Take the rest with you and meet Lothaire on the road. Tell him and Didcart how I died.”
She spread out her arms against the cliffs, as though crucified by her own courage.
“Not so,” she said; “I will not go.”
“But——”
“Make no pleading with me, Tristan,” she said, “for my heart is fixed concerning this.”
He laid a hand upon her shoulder.
“For my sake, go, madame,” he said.