Another pause followed.
“I don’t wish to anger you,” she said, with a touch of nervousness; and as if to correct the impression, she added: “Perhaps you do not think I can keep my promise to pay you.”
“You may disbelieve me, but I don’t disbelieve you. I have told you no more than the truth.”
“But why do you need a guide?” she asked after a moment’s thought.
“Because I don’t know the way, and don’t care to trust to the men here now.”
“But if it is your own country, why don’t you know it?”
“It is not my own country.” This surprised her, and again she was silent for a time.
“Who are you?” was the next question. “And where do you belong?”
“I am Burgwan.”
“That is the name of the brigand.”