Then those two sat down together.

Ysolinde von Sturm kept her eyes fixed on the Playmate, but our shy and slender Helene looked steadily past her out over the tumbled red roofs and peaked gables of the city of Thorn to the gray Wolfmark plains which lay spread beneath our windows like a picture in a book.
At intervals, as it came near the hour of their mid-day meal, the blood-hounds howled in the kennels, and by their tone I knew that my father had left the Hall of Judgment where he had been detained all the morning.

Also I knew very well that the Lady Ysolinde wished me to find an errand elsewhere, in order that she might talk alone with her companion.

But I saw also the appeal in the eyes of the Playmate, and I was resolved not to give her the chance.
"Are you never weary in this dull tower ?" asked the lawyer's daughter, still holding the Playmate's hand.
"It is not dull," replied Helene.

"I have my work.