Then, being still very weak, I fell asleep in earnest.
When I awoke it was broad daylight.

My mind was clear and I felt better than I had done for many a day, signs by which I knew that the fever had left me and that I was on the high road to recovery.

Now I remembered all the events of the previous night and was able to weigh them carefully.

This, to be sure, I did for many reasons, among them that I knew I had been and still was, in great danger.
I had seen and heard too much, and this woman called Khania guessed that I had seen and heard.

Indeed, had it not been for my hints about the Symbol of Life and the Mount of Flame, after I had disarmed her first rage by my artifice, I felt sure that she would have ordered the old Guardian or Shaman to do me to death in this way or the other; sure also that he would not have hesitated to obey her.