"
"That would expose you to danger without the right to strike a blow in
defense."
"If I were hurt it would be but an accident. War correspondents would
run a hundred more risks than I. Oh, I should be careful; I know war too
well not to be."
"All this is strange talk for a man who is a confessed lover."
"Pardon me!" his eyes rather empty.
"Why, you tell me there is a woman; and all your talk is about war and
danger. These are opposites; please explain."
"There is a woman, but she will not hinder me in any way. She will, in
fact, know nothing about it."
"You are a strange lover. I never read anything like you in
story-books. Forgive me! I am thoughtless. The subject may be painful to
you."
The horses began to pull. Under normal circumstances Carmichael would
not have dismounted, but his horse had carried him many miles that
morning, and he was a merciful rider. In the war days often had his life
depended upon the care of his horse.
"You have been riding hard?"
"No, only far."
"I do not believe that there is a finer horseman in all Ehrenstein than
yourself."
"Your highness is very good to say that." Why had he not gone on instead
of waiting at the fork?
Within a few hundred yards of the gates he mounted again.
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