Swiftly and silently Unorna closed the entrance and locked it securely.
"He is safe for a little while," she said.

"Keyork will find him there when he comes, an hour hence, and Keyork will perhaps bring him to his senses." She had regained control of herself, to all appearances, and she spoke with perfect calm and self-possession.

The Wanderer looked at her in surprise and with some suspicion.

Her hair was all falling about her shoulders, but saving this sign, there was no trace of the recent storm, nor the least indication of passion.

If she had been acting a part throughout before an audience, she would have seemed less indifferent when the curtain fell.