"No--I will not sleep--no, do not touch me! Oh, where am I--help! Help!" She was not hurt.

With one strong, lithe movement, she sprang to the ground and stood with her back to the altar, her hands stretched out to defend herself from Unorna.

But Unorna knew what extreme danger she was in if Beatrice left the church awake and conscious of what had happened.
She seized the moving arms and tried to hold them down, pressing her face forward so as to look into the dark eyes she could but faintly distinguish.

It was no easy matter, however, for Beatrice was young and strong and active.

Then all at once she began to see Unorna's eyes, as Unorna could see hers, and she felt the terrible influence stealing over her again.
"No--no--no!" she cried, struggling desperately.