One would say that it was such a look as a fond mother might well turn on the man who would take her loved daughter from her, not unwilling, but half doubting for her.

There seemed no look of ill, and none of guile, in her blue eyes as Ethelbert bent and kissed her hand; and she too bent and kissed his forehead.
And at that moment from my shoulder growled Erling, and his face was white and troubled: "Yonder is she!" Then he shrank away behind me, and so took himself beyond her sight.

I did not see him again until the queen had left.
The words struck a sort of chill into me, and I looked more closely at the queen.

Maybe I was twenty paces from her, and one of many, so that she paid no heed to me.

And as I looked again I seemed to see pride, and mayhap cruelty, in the straight, thin lips and square, firm chin.