How could she go and leave him behind?
How could she bear to go and never see him again?
She thought of his face but somehow she could not make a picture out of it. Somewhere stirring in the depths of her memory was something he had said last night. He had been tender or had she dreamed it? He had spoken words of love too. No indeed she must have dreamed that.
She could not remember. She could recall quite clearly the terror as she lay helpless and unable to move in the great four-poster bed in the King’s bedchamber. And then he had come to rescue her.
She could feel again that sudden warmth and the knowledge that her love was flooding over her like a full tide.
He had picked her up in his arms and she had known that she was safe even though she could not speak and could not move. And
