You must know that he was mad and is now sane.
You, my Mind, must see that it was really a delusion.

You see it now." "Yes.

I see it." Unorna watched the waking sleeper narrowly.

It was now night, but the sky had cleared and the starlight falling upon the snow in the lonely, open place, made it possible to see very well.

Unorna seemed as unconscious of the bitter cold as her subject, whose body was in a state past all outward impressions.