Until you come to me, however," he
added with dignity, "I shall not meddle again."
"I shall not come!" said Ronador imperiously. But the Baron was gone.
Later, by the cypress pool, the gray monk and the minstrel talked long
and earnestly of one who knew overmuch of the affairs of both.
"There is but one thing more," faltered Themar at the end. "I may
speak with freedom?"
"Yes," said Ronador impatiently, "what is it?"
"Miss Westfall--I spied upon her camp in Connecticut--"
"Yes?"
"It is well to know all. For days she lived with Poynter in the
forest--"
Ronador's eyes blazed.
"Go, go!" he cried, his face quite colorless, "for the love of God go
before I kill you! I--I can not bear any more to-night."
Who had scored! For Ronador, at least, in the guileful hands of a
traitor who by reason of a strong maternal sympathy desired the
alliance of Ronador and Princess Phaedra, there was doubt and bitter
suffering. And he might not return to the music-machine.
Themar's thin lips smiled but he wisely retreated.
CHAPTER XXXII
FOREST FRIENDS
Northward to Jacksonville had journeyed the camp of the Indian girl,
bearing away Diane, to Aunt Agatha's unspeakable agitation. Now,
joining forces, these two forest friends, linked in an idle moment by
the nameless freemasonry of the woodland, were winding happily south
along the seacoast.
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