These two were at their wine together when Lilith and Igraine went in to them that evening. Radamanth since his spouse's death had grown as much a father as trade and the getting of gold permitted. In his selfish, matter-of-fact way he was fond of this timid, brown-eyed creature he called daughter. His affections boasted more of science than of sentiment. Lilith, unusually bold, went and sat on the arm of his chair, and patted his face in a half-shy, half-mischievous fashion. Eudol laughed, and shook his head with a critical look at Igraine. "More begging," quoth he. "So, cousin Igraine, you look fresh as a yellow rose in the sun." Igraine laughed, and sat down to talk to him, while Lilith questioned her father. The goldsmith bore his daughter's caresses with a sublime and patient resignation. She began to tell him about the chain, keeping Igraine and her tale wholly in the background. When she had said enough for the sake of explanation, she showed her father the cross, and waited his words. Radamanth fingered it, turned it this way and that, and found his own mark thereon. "I wrought and sold three such chains as you describe," he said; "but what is such a chain to you, child, and whence came this cross?" Lilith flushed, hesitated, and glanced at Igraine. "The cross is mine," quoth the latter. Radamanth eyed her as though he were not a little desirous of questioning her further, but there was a very palpable coldness on his niece's face that forbade any such curiosity. He had a most hearty respect for the girl's pride, and never dreamt of any degree of tyranny that might seem vulgarly plebeian to her more noble notions. The remembrance of her parentage and estate had always a most emollient effect upon his mind. "Well, well," he said, "I'll meddle discreetly, and go no further than I am asked." Eudol winked at the company at large. "Never ask a lady an uncomfortable question," quoth he. Lilith beamed at him shyly. "You are very wise," she said. Radamanth rose from his chair, and going to a great press took a book from it. He set the book on the table, and after much turning of pages, discovered the record that he sought. Following the scrawling lines with his finger, he read aloud from the ledger: "Gold chain of special weight, large links, two gold crosses pendant over either breast. Of such three were wrought and sold. "The first to Bedivere, knight of the King's guard. "_Nota bene_--unpaid for." Eudol set up a sudden brisk cackle. "The man, the very man, I'll swear." Igraine gave him a look that made his mouth close like a trap and his body stiffen in his chair. Radamanth continued his reading. "The second chain was sold to John of Glastonbury. The third to the most noble Uther, Prince of Britain."