He is tall, pale, noble, suffering.

You love him." "Is it he who shall be my life and my death?
Is it he who shall love me as other women are not loved ?" The weak voice was still for a moment, and the face seemed covered with a veil of perplexity.
"I see with your eyes," said the old man at last.
"And I command you to see into the future with your own!" cried Unorna, concentrating her terrible will as she grew more impatient.
There was an evident struggle in the giant's mind, an effort to obey which failed to break down an obstacle.

She bent over him eagerly and her whole consciousness was centered in the words she desired him to speak.
Suddenly the features relaxed into an expression of rest and satisfaction.

There was something unearthly in the sudden smile that flickered over the old waxen face--it was as strange and unnatural as though the cold marble effigy upon a sepulchre had laughed aloud in the gloom of an empty church.
"I see.

He will love you," said the tremulous tones.
"Then it is he ?" "It is he." With a suppressed cry of triumph Unorna lifted her head and stood upright.