“I’ll not budge till I have done so.”
“You understand women?”
Gorlois smiled a peculiar smile.
“I have wit enough,” he said. “I have my plan.”
“If it please you, sir, to go into the garden, I will endeavour to send her to you.”
“No more locking of doors, goldsmith.”
“Sir, I contemn my late indiscretion in your service.”
Gorlois passed out by a long passage into the gardens, with its green leaves shelving to the river, while Radamanth, half a coward at heart, went towards the stair that led to Igraine’s chamber. Halfway up he met the girl Lilith coming down, very white and frightened looking, as though she dreaded her father’s face. Radamanth kissed her, and asked for Igraine. Then her distraught look dawned on him in the twilight of the stairway, and made him suddenly suspicious.
“Is Igraine awake?”
Lilith hid her face in his sleeve.