“Your reason can read the rest.”
She nodded again.
“There is nothing like the truth.”
Igraine stared at the man in some astonishment. He was cold as a frost, and there was no shadow of discomfort on his strong face. Knowledge had come to her so sharply that she had no answer for him at the moment. Yet there stood a sublime certainty in her heart that this violent deed was deserving of absolute approval, so soon had her faith in him become like steel.
“The man deserved death,” she said presently, with a curt and ingenuous confidence.
Pelleas eyed her curiously.
“How should you know?” he asked.
“I have faith in you,” was all she said.
Pelleas smiled, despite the subject.
“No man deserved death better.”