"Adric's made up his mind," I said, turning my head a little toward the
couple who stood, clasped, as if they could never let go. "I suppose--"
I came a little closer to Cynara, who stood looking up at me with wide,
innocent eyes and lips ingenuously parted, "I suppose that gives me the
right to make up my mind. Doesn't it?"
She smiled. "Does it?" But her bright eyes had given me my answer, and
I never had to make up my mind again.