“Never worry,” she said; “the barge is moored safe at the stage.”
Pelleas put the bowl aside with one hand, and stared at her from his pillows.
“Did the barge swim the mere of herself,” quoth he, “and anchor for us so fairly?”
“No.”
“Then—”
Igraine went red of a sudden, and looked at her knees.
“Sooth, Pelleas,” she said, “I must have been the dragon of your dream; God pardon me.”
“Igraine!”
“I never knew I seemed so fearful a creature.”
“Honour and praise—”