“A convent—but you hate the life.”
“If I could only hear of Uther, I would—”
“Yes, yes, I know. But will you go, Igraine?”
“My mind is made up; nothing can change it.”
“Then let me come with you.”
Igraine kissed her, but shook her head at the suggestion.
“I love you for the wish, dear, but I could never drag you into my own troubles, and it would be very wrong to Radamanth.”
That afternoon they had many words together in Igraine’s room, and dusk caught them still talking. Igraine had made Lilith promise that Radamanth should know nothing of her flight till the following morning. Lilith proved a little obstinate at first, but yielded in the end for fear of grieving Igraine. With the dusk she crept downstairs and brought up food. Igraine made a meal, while Lilith, with her tears still falling, put up food and a few trifles into a bundle, slipping in all the little store of money she had. Then she ran softly downstairs to see if the way were clear. Radamanth had gone to supper with a merchant friend, and the house seemed quiet and very lonely. In the passage-way the two girls took leave of each other, Lilith clinging to Igraine for a moment with all her heart. With sad eyes Igraine left her, and went out into the night.