"I will not wait an hour," she cried. "I cannot wait an hour."
"Then I will ride and bring you word. You must not go," he urged.
"Nay, if I go alone I will go," said she. "Yes, I will go, and myself fling his falseness in his teeth."
Finding her thus resolved, the Bishop knew that he could not turn her; so, leaving her to prepare herself, he caught Christian Hantz, and charged him to bring their horses to the most private gate of the palace, which opened on a little by-street. Here Christian waited for them with the horses, and they came presently, the Bishop wearing a great slouched hat, and swaggering like a roystering trooper, while Osra was closely veiled. The Bishop again imposed secrecy on Christian, and then, they both being mounted, said to Osra: "If you will then, madame, come," and thus they rode secretly out of the city, about seven in the evening, the gate-wardens opening the gate at sight of the Royal Arms on Osra's ring, which she gave to the Bishop in order that he might shew it.
In silence they rode a long way, going at a great speed; Osra's face was set and rigid, for she felt now no shame at herself
