Not a yard from the door, in the shadow of the vines that draped the window, stood the woman who was bringing this fate upon me.
"I thought that you were in your own room," I said harshly, after a moment of dead silence.
"I came to the window," she replied.

"I listened.

I heard all." She spoke haltingly, through dry lips.

Her face was as white as her ruff, but a strange light burned in her eyes, and there was no trembling.
"This morning you said that all that you had--your name and your sword--were at my service.

You may take them both again, sir.