In any event it would be degrading to be sleeping in a strange room while she roamed from room to room looking for him.
“What can I do? What the Devil can I do?”
The Marquis spoke the words aloud.
As he said them, he knew that Locadi was thinking of him and willing him towards her.
It was then that he was struck with a sudden idea.
If Locadi was using black magic which was evil, the only antidote would be something good.
For a moment he thought of riding over to see Flora and asking for her help, but then he told himself that was impossible. She must certainly not become involved in anything like his present situation.
She is pure, good and, he suspected, very innocent.
How could she understand women like Locadi who aroused passions in a man that were purely physical? And yet had nothing to do with the spiritual side of love.
‘Good and bad! Bad and good!’
The words seemed to repeat themselves in his brain.
He conjectured that if he could not find white magic to fight the black, he must turn to something stronger than either of them.
Time was passing.
He was convinced that if he did not go to Locadi very shortly, she would come to him.