12/17 The King spoke, "We can promise no more nor other than this. It contents you, Master Christopherus ?" The long-faced, high-nosed, gray-eyed man answered, "No, my lord King." "Your own terms or none ?" "Mine or none, your Highness." The King's voice grew a cutting wind. "To that the Queen and I answer, 'Ours or none!'" Pushing back his chair, he glanced at sun out of window. I incline to think that it was at best but an empty vision. |