“And to the King.”
“The King!”
Jehan crossed himself with great good-will.
“By the blood of the Lord Jesu, I swear troth.”
They went down close to the waste of waters, and let the spume sweep almost to their feet. A vast blue bank of clouds mountained the far west; the sea seemed deep in colour as an amethyst. Gulls were winging and wailing about the cliffs. Tintagel stood out in its strength against the sky, and they could see the waves white upon its rocks.
Mark took the ring Malmain had given him from a pouch at his belt, and held the gold circle before the lad’s eyes.
“From the hand of Gorlois’s wife,” he said.
Jehan nodded.
“This ring was given her by that Pelleas.”
“Yes.”