“Would you marry her to a man she did not love or trust, simply because it brought gold?”
Radamanth saw himself rounded in the argument like a rat in a corner. He sat stroking his beard, and striving to look pleased.
“Think over it, my dear,” he said presently.
“There is no need.”
“Gorlois will woo you like a hero.”
“Let him. He will accomplish nothing.”
“It would be a grand match.”
Igraine jumped up, kissed him to show she bore no ill will, and ran away much troubled to find Lilith in the garden. She flung herself down beside the girl in the bower of laurels, and told her all that passed that morning in Radamanth’s parlour. Lilith listened with her brown eyes deep with thought, and a quiet wonder. When Igraine had finished, Lilith took both her hands in hers, and, kneeling before her, looked up into her face.
“What will you do, Igraine?”