You, that are the companion of his watch,
must know whither he is gone. Go to him, and tell him what I have
spoken. I will await his return!'
'His business is secret,' sneered the Hun. 'He has departed, but
without telling me whither. How should I, that am a barbarian, know the
whereabouts of an illustrious Goth? It is not for me to know his
actions, but to obey his words!'
'Jeer not about your obedience,' returned Goisvintha with breathless
eagerness. 'I say to you again, you know whither he is gone, and you
must tell me for what he has departed. You obey him--there is money to
make you obey me!'
'When I said his business was secret, I lied not,' said the Hun, picking
up with avidity the coins she flung to him--'but he has not kept it
secret from me! The Huns are cunning! Aha, ugly and cunning!'
Suspicion, the only refined emotion in a criminal heart, half discovered
to Goisvintha, at this moment, the intelligence that was yet to be
communicated. No word, however, escaped her, while she signed the
barbarian to proceed.
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