A sigh escaped her.

Surely that was the first man who was indeed a man she had ever set eyes on since her father died.

Had Garnache been spared, she would have felt courage and she would have hoped, for there was something about him that suggested energy and resource such as it is good to lean upon in times of stress.
Again she heard that brisk, metallic voice: "Are you content, madame?
Have you had fine deeds enough for one day ?" And then, breaking in upon her musings came the very voice of her day-dream, so suddenly, sounding so natural and lifelike that she almost screamed, so startled was she.
"Mademoiselle," it said, "I beg that you'll not utterly lose heart.

I have come back to the thing Her Majesty bade me do, and I'll do it, in spite of that tigress and her cub." She sat still as a statue, scarce breathing, her eyes fixed upon the violet sky.

The voice had ceased, but still she sat on.