She must get up and go to her own rooms.

Would her knees shake under her like that when she tried to stand on her feet?
The low talking went on and she scarcely heard what was said.

She and Donal had always known this was coming; they had known it even the first day they had talked together in the Garden.

The knowledge had been the spectre always waiting hidden at some turn in the path ahead.

That was why they had been so frightened and desperate and hurried.