That would be a child's way." I put my forehead in my hands and thought again.

So many years had passed! I had been little more than a baby; the whole thing seemed like a half-forgotten dream when I tried to recall it--but I seemed to dimly remember strange things.
"Who were the wild men who brought her to me first--that day on the moor ?" I said.

"I do remember they had pale, savage, exultant faces.

And torn, stained clothes.

And broken dirks and swords.