VIDian smiled dimly into Adam’s face and bent her head slightly in greeting. “Who are you, who come from beyond the Ice?” she asked, in Adam’s own tongue. As yet she did not even glance at Belgrade.
Naturally she would talk English. She had learned it in earliest childhood from her father’s lips. But it was not easy to explain her stately, almost classical expression, and the purity of her forms. It must be that Morrison had tried to do well by his pagan daughter. Keenly conscious of her dignity as princess and priestess, he had taught her the best English that he knew. The rest was the influence of her mother tongue imposed on her English speech, and of her own proud conception of her position. She was the daughter of the Sun and the Moon.
On the lips of Dian, the words did not sound in
