Wound

He took the hint.

- I see. And how far Beyrok's confidences had gone. He inquired with a terrifying calm.

- Not far enough for my taste. She defended herself with a malicious temerity which at this moment, was not at all of the taste of the big prince.

- For my part, if I had been given the choice, formerly, and even now, I would have chosen ignorance without any reflection.

- It would have been simple thus, it is sure. Confirmed she before adding, becoming as pitiless as him. But it is weakness.

- Maybe! But for this kind of case, I don't have the least right to allow me.

- And yet, it is the kind of weakness I would have tolerated all my life from you.