I have not betrayed the Shrine or the passwords.

I have told that the Zinta _is_.

I have told the meaning of the Serpent, the Circle, and the Star, though I have not named them." "And," said he on the left of the Throne, "naming the hope that is more than all hope, recalling the power that is above all power, could you dare to renounce the one and draw on your own head the justice of the other?
What reward could induce a child of the Light to turn back into darkness?
What authority could protect the traitor from the fate he imprecated and accepted when he first knelt before the Throne ?" "The hope was distant and the light was dim," the offender answered.
"I was threatened and I was tempted.

I knew that death, speedy and painless, was the penalty of treason to the Order, that a death of prolonged torture might be the vengeance of the power that menaced me.
I hoped little in the far and dim future of the Serpent's promise, and I hoped and feared much in the life on this side of death." "Do you know," asked the last inquirer again, "no name, and nothing that can enable us to trace those with whom you spoke or those who employed them ?" "Only this," was the answer, "that one of them has an especial hatred to one Initiate present," pointing to myself; "and seeks his life, not only as a child of the Star, not only as husband of the daughter of Clavelta, but for a reason that is not known to me." "And," asked another Chief, "do you know what instrument that enemy seeks to use ?" "One who has over her intended victim such influence as few of her sex ever have over their lords; one of whom his love will learn no distrust, against whom his heart has no guard and his manhood no wisdom." A shiver of horror passed over the forms of the Chiefs and of many who sat near them, incomprehensible to me till a sudden light was afforded by the indignant interruption of Kevima, who sat not far from myself.
"It cannot be," he cried, "or you can name her whom you accuse." "Be silent!" Esmo said, in the cold, grave tone of a president rebuking disorder, mingled with the deeper displeasure of a priest repressing irreverence in the midst of the most solemn religious rite.
"None may speak here till the Chiefs have ceased to speak." None of the latter, however, seemed disposed to ask another question.
The guilt of the accused was confessed.

All that he could tell to guide their further inquiries had been told.