“The air was full of music, full of harmonious scents, full of the rhythm of beautiful motions.  Thousands of beautiful people swarmed about the hall, crowded the galleries, sat in a myriad recesses; they were dressed in splendid colours and crowned with flowers; thousands danced about the great circle beneath the white images of the ancient gods, and glorious processions of youths and maidens came and went.  We two danced, not the dreary monotonies of your days—­of this time, I mean—­but dances that were beautiful, intoxicating.  And even now I can see my lady dancing—­dancing joyously.  She danced, you know, with a serious face; she danced with a serious dignity, and yet she was smiling at me and caressing me—­smiling and caressing with her eyes.

“The music was different,” he murmured.  “It went—­I cannot describe it; but it was infinitely richer and more varied than any music that has ever come to me awake.

“And then—­it was when we had done dancing—­a man came to speak to me.  He was a lean, resolute man, very soberly clad for that place, and already I had marked his face watching me in the breakfasting hall, and afterwards as we went along the passage I had avoided his eye.  But now, as we sat in a little alcove, smiling at the pleasure of all the people who went to and fro across the shining floor, he came and touched me, and spoke to me so that I was forced to listen.  And he asked that he might speak to me for a little time apart.

“‘No,’ I said.  ’I have no secrets from this lady.  What do you want to tell me?’

“He said it was a trivial matter, or at least a dry matter, for a lady to hear.

“‘Perhaps for me to hear,’ said I.

“He glanced at her, as though almost he would appeal to her.  Then he asked me suddenly if I had heard of a great and avenging declaration that Evesham had made?  Now, Evesham had always before been the man next to myself in the leadership of that great party in the north.  He was a forcible, hard, and tactless man, and only I had been able to control and soften him.  It was on his account even more than my own, I think, that the others had been so dismayed at my retreat.  So this question about what he had done reawakened my old interest in the life I had put aside just for a moment.

“‘I have taken no heed of any news for many days,’ I said.  ‘What has Evesham been saying?’

“And with that the man began, nothing loth, and I must confess even I was struck by Evesham’s reckless folly in the wild and threatening words he had used.  And this messenger they had sent to me not only told me of Evesham’s speech, but went on to ask counsel and to point out what need they had of me.  While he talked, my lady sat a little forward and watched his face and mine.