CHAPTER VIII.
During the short silence which followed, and while the two were still standing opposite to each other, the unhappy man's look did not change.
Unorna saw that he was sure of what he said, and a thrill of triumph, as jubilant as his despair was profound ran through her.

If she had cared to reason with herself and to examine into her own sincerity, she would have seen that nothing but genuine passion, good or bad, could have lent the assurance of her rival's death such power to flood the dark street with sunshine.

But she was already long past doubt upon that question.
The enchanter had bound her heart with his spells at the first glance, and the wild nature was already on fire.

For one instant the light shot from her eyes, and then sank again as quickly as it had come.

She had other impulses than those of love, and subtle gifts of perception that condemned her to know the truth, even when the delusion was most glorious.