It would be easy enough for him to find Strang.

He would not consider the woman--his wife.

The king's wife! Like a flash there occurred to him the incident of the battlefield.

Was it this woman--the woman who had begged him to spare the life of the prophet, who had knelt beside him, and whispered in his ear, and kissed him?
Had that been her reward for the sacrifice she believed he had made for her in the castle chamber?
The thought of this woman, whose beauty and love breathed the sweet purity of a flower and whose faith to her king and master was still unbroken even in her hour of repudiation fell upon him heavily.

For there was no choice, no shadow of alternative.