But when I went to my chamber presently, and the two pages were about to leave me to myself some three hours or so after the princess left the board, one of them lingered for a moment behind the other, and so handed me a folded and sealed paper.
"I pray you read this, Thane," he said, and was gone.
It was written in a fair hand, that did not seem as that of any inky-fingered lay brother, but as I read the few words that were written I knew whose it was, for none but Nona would have written it.
"Have a care, Thane.

I have spoken with Mara, and I fear trouble.
Dunwal her father is, with Tregoz his brother, at the right hand of the men who follow Morgan.

Morfed the priest is a hater of all that may make for peace with the Saxon.

He is well-nigh distraught with hatred of your kin." Then there were a few words crossed out, and that was all.

And to tell the truth, it was quite enough.