“I had not thought of it. Rodvard touches the fees of the court where he is writer. Our needs are small.” The widow’s smile was approving. “That is an element of progress. But he receives these fees because he uses the witchery of the Blue Star, does he not?” “Yes.” “Then that is an element contrary to progress and very dangerous.” Lalette looked at the floor. “I know. Everything seems to be a danger. I am so afraid of Mathurin. He keeps those guards around Rodvard, but I think they are more like jailers.” “One thing you must not do is let fear enter your heart; for it will breed fearful things. Remember that all in this false material world is only the reflection of your thoughts. Have you any word from your mother?” “Yes. A man brought a note. She wants me to escape and join her at the court.” “Do you wish to go?” “I would like to see her again. . . .” Lalette looked up to see Dame Domijaiek watching her attentively, though she remained very quiet, and under the pressure of that silent scrutiny, the girl moved. “She is under Count Cleudi’s protection. And I told you about Demadé; he is very kind and gay, and I think he is in love with me, but—” “Go on.” “He told Mathurin about the little girl, the heiress.” “He was also trying to do the best for you, in his own way. Do you want to go? Or would you rather stay with Rodvard?” In a small voice, Lalette said; “I think I would rather stay with him. Is it wrong?” “Not if it is done in love and good will, rather than for any hope of gain. Have you asked him to take you away from the city?” “No. This—regency is so much to him.” The widow stirred. “You will find help, child. Come to me again when he makes a plan.” She stood up, but before the words of farewell could be pronounced, the door was flung open and the boy Laduis burst in, crying; “Mother! I was at the market, and—” “Laduis, we have a guest.” He looked embarrassed and made to Lalette the bow of a miniature courtier. “Oh, I remember you,” he said. “You are the Princess Sunimaa, only you are not cold any more. I am glad to see you.” He turned again. “Mother, everybody at the market is excited. They say there has been a battle in the Ragged Mountains, and Prince Pavinius has beaten the Tritulaccans and taken three of their generals, and the rest of them are all running away.” II She had gone quietly to sleep; Rodvard had to rouse her with the finger-touch behind the right ear that wakens without shock. Even then, she tried for a moment to draw him close until he whispered; “We must hurry.”