“What besides?”
“The Guardians—who protect.”
“Who are they? Who are these Guardians?”
An expression of shrinking passed across her face, and disappeared again. The eyes stared fixedly before her into space.
“Myself,” she answered slowly, “you—Concerighé ... and ...”
“There was another?” he asked. “Another who was with us?”
She hesitated. At first no answer came. She seemed to search the darkness to discover it.
“He is not near enough to see,” she murmured presently. “Somewhere beyond ... he stands ... he lies ... I cannot see him clearly.”
Julius touched my hand, and with the contact the expression on her face grew clear. She smiled.