They had even the same trick of movement.
The thought of what he had found made him feel almost good-humoured,
although he took good care that no one else should benefit by this
unusual mood.
"You have found yourself a little distraction, _hein_?" he said,
ignoring Arithelli's presence. "We are not up here for amusement all
the same. There's nothing done. I supposed you had come down to see
to the horses."
Vardri strolled across to a rack, and took down an armful of saddles
and stirrups.
"I have," he answered laconically. "They'll be ready in five minutes."
Sobrenski turned to the girl, and spoke to her in an undertone. "What
are you wasting time for? See to your work." Vardri raised his head
from the adjustment of a girth.
"I'm doing Mademoiselle Arithelli's work. There is no need for her to
trouble." His accents possessed both dignity and command. For an
instant their positions were reversed. The leader smothered an oath;
but said no more. He reflected that he could well afford to wait for
his revenge. The game was absolutely in his own hands if only they had
known it.
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