"I should rather read the omens ill if I were to leave

you or suffer you to go alone, Gabrielle."

"Is there nothing I can say or do that will urge you to fly?"

"Nothing, nothing; unless," he added with a half-serious smile—"unless you would share the flight. And that I cannot ask—yet."

She started and looked to read his face, and after a moment answered—

"I am a Malincourt, and my place, for good or ill, is in Morvaix."

"And where is mine if not by your side?"

Nothing more was said, and they set out, Gabrielle so chilled by a presentiment of danger that her look was serious and troubled.