"Your heart is great, indeed--my lord!" she murmured; and her voice was very sweet.
"Come!" "This man comes with us, Yolara," said O'Keefe pointing to Olaf.
"Bring him," she said.

"Bring him--only tell him to look no more upon me as before!" she added fiercely.
Beside her the three of us passed along the stalls, where sat the fair-haired, now silent, at gaze, as though in the grip of some great doubt.

Silently Olaf strode beside me.

Rador had disappeared.

Down the stairway, through the hall of turquoise mist, over the rushing sea-stream we went and stood beside the wall through which we had entered.