“Read,” he said, putting the tablet into her hands.
Morgan sat up in bed with her fair hair streaming over her shoulders. She traced out the words hurriedly with a white finger-tip. Her eyes seemed to grow large as she read; her hands trembled a very little. At the end thereof she dropped the tablet into her lap and looked at Gorlois with a certain petulant dread.
“How did the man hear of all this?”
“God knows!”
“Treachery!”
Gorlois jerked his belt and said nothing.
The woman Morgan sat and hugged her knees. She looked out to sea with a frown on her face, and the blue coverlet dragged in tight folds about her waist. The kitten woke up and began to play with Morgan’s hair as it trailed down upon the bed. She cuffed the little beast aside, and looked at Gorlois. Her eyes now were steely and clear, and very blue under her white forehead.
“Obviously, he has learnt all,” she said.
Gorlois nodded morosely.
“And this matter is to be between you alone?”