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Chapter Four-3
“I noticed it.” As if he could read her thoughts, he knew that she was comparing it somewhat unfavourably with the barges that had been used by the Pharaohs or perhaps the one with the silken scented sails that had carried Cleopatra down the Nile to Mark Antony. He also felt that a Duke was hardly in the same category as a Pharaoh. “Now tell me your name,” he asked. “Irisa,” she replied, and he smiled. “It suits you. And your other name?” He thought she hesitated for just a moment before she said, “Garron.” As if she had no wish for him to comment, she pointed out to him some of the details of the Great Court. The Duke was interested, but he had a feeling that she was talking almost like a guide rather than as she had spoken before, as her own person. “They have been doing some e
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