She is good." He was sure that merriment twitched the corners of her lips, and he grew thoughtful.

"Alexia.

Is that not her Highness's name also ?" "Yes, Monsieur; we have the same names." Her eyes fell, and she began to finger the pages of the book.
"I am rested now," he said, with a sudden distrust.

"I thank you." "Come, then, and I will show you the way to the gate." "I am sorry to have troubled you," he said.
She did not reply, and together they walked up the path.

The plants were dying, and the odor of decay hovered about them.