At last she spoke one word, and one only --
'"_Go!_"
'And I went, and glad enough I was to get out of it, and here
I am. Give me another cup of wine, there's a good fellow,
and tell me, what is to be done?'
I shook my head, for the affair was indeed serious. As one of the
poets says,
'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned',
more especially if the woman is a queen and a Sorais, and indeed
I feared the very worst, including imminent danger to ourselves.
'Nyleptha had better be told of this at once,' I said, 'and perhaps
I had better tell her; she might receive your account with suspicion.'
'Who is captain of her guard tonight?' I went on.
'Good.'
'Very well then, there will be no chance of her being got at.
Don't look surprised. I don't think that her sister would stick
at that. I suppose one must tell Good of what has happened.'
'Oh, I don't know,' said Sir Henry. 'It would hurt his feelings,
poor fellow! You see, he takes a lively personal interest in Sorais.'
'That's true; and after all, perhaps there is no need to tell him.
He will find out the truth soon enough. Now, you mark my words,
Sorais will throw in her lot with Nasta, who is sulking up in
the North there, and there will be such a war as has not been
known in Zu-Vendis for centuries.
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