“I have his word.”
“And he is a fool for truth.”
Silence held them both awhile, and Morgan seemed to dally with her thoughts. Her lips worked loosely as though moving with her mind. The kitten clawed its way up the coverlet and rubbed its glossy flank against the woman’s arm.
“What of an ambush?” she suggested mildly.
Gorlois darted a look at her and shook his head.
“No; it shall be fair between us.”
“Honour!”—with a sneer.
“I am a soldier.”
“By the prophet, that is the strange part of it all. You go out to kill a man, and yet trouble about the method.”