They are filled with rage against your people--you and the king who is of your people.

I do not know what they will do, but you are not safe for one moment in the palace.

I come to warn you." Amory's pipe went out.

He sat pulling at it abstractedly, trying to fit together what St.George had told him of the Hereditary Treasure situation.

And more than at any other time since his arrival on the island his heart leaped up at the prospect of promised adventure.
What if St.George's romantic apostasy were not, after all, to spoil the flavour of the kind of adventure for which he, Amory, had been hoping?
He leaned eagerly forward.
"What would you suggest ?" he said.
Jarvo's eyes brightened.