The House of the Falcon
couch. She was refreshed and rested beyond words.
In spite of this she lay long awake, looking out from the oval embrasure, her thoughts dwelling on many things, the recovery of John Donovan, and the spirit of mastery he had promptly exhibited. She puzzled briefly and fruitlessly over his statement that a vulture had pursued her from Srinagar. Uppermost in her mind, drowsy by now, was the fact that he had taken thought for her comfort.
So also had Iskander, in the past. And they were both her foes. Had she not a reckoning to settle with them? Undoubtedly!
