“Not yet, you are tired!”
“Yes, but”——
A faintness came over me, my strength had received too great a shock; for a time I had no power to think or feel.
CHAPTER XLIII.
THE DESOLATE BRIDAL CHAMBERS.
After a while, during which I had been stupefied with the very weight of my new existence, the man came close to me and took my hand.
“Child,” he said, bending over me till I could see the glitter of his eyes. “Child, are your eyes open? Is the knowledge complete?”
“Complete!” I answered, with a shudder.
“Look at me—who am I? What part have I taken in the past?”
“You are Chaleco—you loved my mother who fled with him. You bore me from the snow mountains, and warmed me in your arms when thoughts of her chilled me to the soul.”
“And is that all?”