Quick as the others were, the old woman was at his side before them, snarling with rage.

Her talon-like fingers sunk into his arm, and her gaze went darting about the room in a most convincing way.

Some minutes passed before the old woman could be quieted.

Then King explained his action.
He swore solemnly, if sheepishly, that he could not have been mistaken, and yet the owner of that eye had vanished as if swallowed up by the mountain.
Baron Dangloss was convinced that the young man had seen the eye.
Without compunction he began a search of the room, the old woman looking on with a grin of glee.
"Search! Search!" she croaked.

"It was the Spirit Eye! It is looking at you now, my fine baron! It finds you, yet cannot be found.