And Marette was not blind to it.

She drew herself from the bed and stood up before him, her two hands still clasped at her throbbing throat.
"You believe--that I killed Kedsty," she said in a voice that was forced from her lips.

"And you have come to help me--to pay me for what I tried to do for you?
That is it--Jeems ?" "Pay you ?" he cried.

"I couldn't pay you in a million years! From that day you first came to Cardigan's place you gave me life.

You came when the last spark of hope in me had died.