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And could she afford to lose a clear day with Prosper? Ah, and it would give a margin against miscarriage of the news by any adverse fate on either of them. Before she framed the question she knew it answered. Thinking it over, she put her journey at three, and Maulfry's at four days. Maulfry's was actually rather less, as will appear.
Galors probably knew the truth of it, for he was very often at Tortsentier. He knew, for instance, of Maulfry's taste for armour. The place was full of it, and had a frieze of shields, which Maulfry herself polished every day, as brave with blazonry as on the day they first went out before their masters. Maulfry was very fond of heraldry.
Little as she could dare that, what chance had she, a young girl flying loose in this part of the forest, a young girl decently dressed, looking as she knew now that she looked; what chance had she indeed? Well, what was she to do? She remembered Vincent. Vincent and Nanno did not sleep in the tower: that would have been inconvenient in Maulfry's view.
Galors was a great rider and knew the road by heart. He was a frequent visitor of Maulfry's, therefore, and would have seen what there was to see. If the cavillers had known that it would have quieted many a whisper over the fire. They might have been told, further, that Maulfry and he were very old friends, and from a time long before his entry into religion at Holy Thorn.
Maulfry's cagebirds drew their heads together, and in Vincent's case, at any rate, it was not long before the blood began to beat livelier for the contact. Isoult was as simple as he was, and concealed nothing from him that came up in their talks together.
The pupils of Maulfry's eyes narrowed to a pair of pin points. "What is this?" she said quickly. "Red feathers? A surcoat white and green? A gold baldrick? Did he bear a fesse dancettee upon his shield, a hooded falcon for his crest?" Her questions chimed with her panting. "By baldrick and shield I know him for a Gai of Starning," said Galors.
The door creaked as she opened it; she stood white and quailing, while her heart beat like a hammer. But nothing stirred. She went first to Maulfry's door and listened. She heard her breathing. All fast there. Then like a hare she fled on to the door she knew so well. There was a light under it: she heard a rustle as of paper or parchment. Whoever was there was turning the leaves of a book.
Might it not be, Come and find me?" "He is ah, he is ill?" "He is well." "In danger?" "I know of none." "I am to leave Gracedieu and come with you, ma'am?" "Yes. Are you afraid?" For answer Isoult fell flat down and kissed Maulfry's silver hem. "I will follow you to death!" she cried. Maulfry shivered, then arched her brows. "It will not be so bad as all that," she said.
Maulfry's eyes shifted like lightning from one to the other. She felt her rage rising, but swallowed it down. "You little fool," she said, "you little fool, his life is in danger." "I have warned him, Maulfry. It was in danger." "Warned him! I can do better than that. Why, your own is as shaky as his. You have brought it about by your own folly, and now you are like to let him be killed.
Galors swore. "Let God judge whether that damned acrobat shall pay for his writhing! But the other shall be my first business. So she is here you have seen her? What do you think of her?" "I have told you." The man's appetite grew as it fed upon Maulfry's praise of his taste. "Ah ah! Dame, I'm a man of taste eh?" Maulfry said nothing. Galors changed the note.
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