She smiled with a touch of irony. "It was the Spear Point you wanted,"
she reminded him.

"And you," said Knight, "to show the way."

Something in his tone arrested her. Her beautiful eyes sank suddenly to
the blank page he held. "Adam can do that--as well as I can," she said.

"But you said you would," said Knight. His voice was low; he was looking
full at her. He saw the rich colour rising in her cheeks. "What is it?"
he said. "Won't they let you?"

She raised her head abruptly, proudly. "I please myself," she said. "No
one has the ordering of me."

His grey eyes shone a little. "Then it pleases you--to let me down?" he
questioned.

Her look flashed suddenly up to his. She saw his expression and laughed.
"I didn't think you'd care," she said. "Adam knows the lie of the
quicksand. That's all you really want."

"Oh, pardon me!" said Knight. "You are quite wrong, if you imagine that
I am indifferent as to who goes with me. Inspiration won't burn in a
cold place."

She dropped her lids, still looking at him. "Isn't Adam inspiring?" she
asked.