"What will you do?"
Isoult looked down at her belt, whither Vincent"s eyes followed hers.
"Ah," he said, "will you dare do that?"
"There is nothing I would not dare for him."
Thereupon Vincent pulls out his dagger as bravely as you please.
"Isoult," says he, "this is man"s work. You leave her to me."
"Man"s work, Vincent?" But she could not bear to finish the sentence, so changed it. "Man"s work to stab a woman?"
"Man"s work, Isoult, to shield the lady one loves--honours I should say."
"Yes, that is better."
"No, it is worse. Oh! Isoult, may I not love you?"
"Certainly not."
"But how can I help it? I do love you. What can prevent me?"
Isoult coloured.
"Love itself can prevent you, Vincent."
"Oh! you are right, you are wise, you are very holy. I have never thought of such things as that. And is that true love?"
"Love should kill love, if need were."
"Love shall," said Vincent in a whisper. Whereupon Isoult smiled on him.
They fell to chatting again, discussing possibilities, or facts, which were safer ground. Isoult heard the stroke of ten. Presently after, the page-in-waiting sang out a challenge. A shuffling step stopped, a cracked voice asked for Messire Prosper le Gai.
"Maulfry!" said Vincent with a shiver.
"Hush!"
"It is late to see Messire," said the page.
"He will see me none the less, young gentleman."
"Wait where you stand. I will fetch his squire."
Isoult got up. Vincent was already on his feet.
"Shall we go?" asked the boy.
"Wait," said the girl. "We must get rid of Balthasar."
Balthasar came in with his message to Roy. Isoult affected to know all about it. She sent Balthasar off to find a sealed package, which did not exist, in a turret room where it could not have been. Balthasar went. He was a dull boy.
"Now," said Isoult, and led the way into the pa.s.sage.
It was pretty dark there and draughty. A flickering cresset threw a flare of light one minute, and was shrivelled to a blue spark the next. It sufficed them to see a tall beribboned shape, a thing of brown skin and loose black hair--a tall woman standing at a distance.
Side by side Isoult and Vincent went down towards her. Half-way Isoult suddenly stopped and beckoned Maulfry forward with her hand. The fact was that she had seen how near the woman stood to the guard-room door; she wished to do her business undisturbed. Vincent, however, who knew nothing of the guard-room, had a theory that Isoult was frightened.
Maulfry came bowing forward. Isoult turned and walked slowly away from her, Vincent in company and on the watch; Maulfry followed, gaining.
By the b.u.t.tery door Isoult suddenly stopped and faced round. Maulfry was before her.
"Maulfry," said the girl quietly, "what do you want with my lord?"
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. Take me to him, child, for his sake and yours."
"You will never see him, Maulfry."
Maulfry hesitated for a second or two. She was very angry at this trouble.
"You are a great fool for such a little body, Isoult," she said; "more than I had believed. Come now, let me pa.s.s." She made to go on: Isoult, to get ready, stepped back a step, but Vincent slipped in between them. He was shaking all over.
"Stay where you are, dame," he said.
Maulfry gave a jump.
"b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" She spat at him, and whipped a knife into his heart.
Vincent sobbed, and fell with a thud. In a trice Isoult had struck with her dagger at Maulfry"s shoulder. Steel struck steel: the blade broke short off at the haft.
A guard came out with a torch, saw the trouble, and turned shouting to his mates. Half-a-dozen of them came tumbling into the pa.s.sage with torches and pikes. There was a great smoke, some blinding patches of light, everywhere else a sooty darkness. By the time they were up to the b.u.t.tery there was nothing to be seen but a boy sitting on the flags with a dead boy on his knees. Maulfry had gone. As for Vincent, Love had killed love sure as fate.
When Prosper heard of it all he was very angry. "Is this how you serve me, child? To fight battles for me? I suppose I should return the compliment by darning your stockings. I had things to say to this woman, many things to learn. You have bungled my plans and vexed me."
Isoult humbled herself to the dust, but he would not be appeased.
"Who was this boy?" he asked her. "What on earth had he to do in my affair?"
"Lord," she said meekly, "he died to save me from death, and once before he risked his life to let me escape from Tortsentier."
Prosper felt the rebuke and got more angry.
"A fool meets with a fool"s death. Boys and girls have no business with steel. They should be in the nursery."