But it presently paled again under his cold scrutiny.
"You must miss the old times," he said calmly.

"I am afraid you found very little of them left, except in these flowers." "And hardly these," she said bitterly.

"Your troops had found a way through the marsh, and had trampled down the bushes." Brant's brow clouded.

He remembered that the brook, which had run red during the fight, had lost itself in this marsh.

It did not increase his liking for this beautiful but blindly vicious animal at his side, and even his momentary pity for her was fading fast.