"But have you not seen him? A tall man with a yellow beard, who bears himself proudly. Being of my mother's race he has eyes like mine."
"That's the man she was askin' me about yesterday," said Dougal, who had squatted on the floor.
Heritage shook his head. "We only came here last night. When did you expect Prince—your friend?"
"I hoped to find him here before me. Oh, it is his not coming that terrifies me. I must wait and hope. But if he does not come in time another may come before him."
"The ones already here are not all the enemies that threaten you?"
"Indeed, no. The worst has still to come, and till I know he is here I do not greatly fear Spidel or Léon. They receive orders and do not give them."
Heritage ran a perplexed hand through his hair. The sunset which had been flaming
