“If justice were done to liars,” she said, “the world would be hideless, scourged raw.”
Brastias edged his horse past an intruding tree and chuckled amiably.
“It would be a pity to spoil so much beauty.”
“Eh!”
“The women would come off worst.”
Igraine flashed a look at him.
“Balaam’s ass spoke the truth,” she said.
They had not gone another furlong when Brastias reined in suddenly and stood listening. He held up a hand to Igraine, looking at her with prophetic face, his black armour lustreless under the trees.
“Hark!”
Igraine stared into his eyes. Neither moved a muscle for fully a minute.