But there
was no sign from her. “I too am asked. A stiff, formally-cut
coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a
crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs;
and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the
laced hat under his left arm. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the
curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity,
and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?”
Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon
her. Bring me
food, a man, hurry!”
She placed the stone back over the crypt to hide the
evidence of what she had uncovered.
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