“Yes, my Lord.”
Tarina had no idea that with her red hair curling round her forehead and her dazzling white skin against the darkness of her cloak and veil, she looked anything but what she purported to be.
“You are obviously a good sailor,” the Marquis commented, as if he was telling himself why she was there.
“I hope so, my Lord. This is the first time I have been to sea.”
He smiled and it swept the cynical expression from his face.
“The first time!” he exclaimed. “Well, what do you think of it?”
Without considering Tarina said the first thing that came into her mind.
“I am listening,” she replied, “to the music in its roar.”
As she spoke, she looked away from the Marquis towards the waves breaking over the bow and did not see the surprise on his face.
“You love not man the less
