JOYFUL OF HEART
"What prevents you?"
"My military duties, perhaps, Captain," she answered. "You're lucky—you have a long ride; don't spoil it by thinking!"
"I think? Oh no, Baroness! I only obey my orders."
"And they never make you think?" Her glance was quick at him for an instant.
"There's danger in thinking too much, even for ladies," he told her.
She looked at him more gravely, for his eyes were on her now with a kindly, perhaps a remorseful, look.
"You mean that for me?" she asked. "But if I, too, only obey my orders?"
"With all my heart I hope they may lead you into no danger," he said.
"There's only one danger in all the world—losing what you love."
"Not, sometimes, gaining it?" he asked quickly.
"Still, the only danger would be of losing it again."
"There's life, too," he remarked with a shrug
"Sir, we're soldiers!" she cried in merry reproof.
"That doesn't prevent me from prizing your life, Baroness, in the interests of a world not too rich in what you contribute to it."
Sophy looked at him, a subtle merriment in her eyes. "I think, Captain Markart, that, if you were my doctor, you'd advise me to try—a change of air! Praslok is too exciting, is that it? But I found Slavna—well, far from relaxing, you know!"
"The Kravonian climate as a whole, Baroness—"
"Oh no, no, that's too much!" she interrupted. Then she said: "It's very kind of you—yes, I mean that—and it's probably—I don't know—but prob-
