“You left them, then?” she questioned, looking at me from under level brows.
“M. le Comte commanded it,” I answered flushing. “Do you not remember?”
She pressed her hands to her temples.
“I remember nothing,” she said at last, “except that we climbed a great mountain, and that your arm was about me, aiding me.”
I breathed a sigh of relief that her memory stopped there.
“Shall I go back and look for them?” I asked.
“No, no!” she protested, and caught my hand. “Do not leave me here—at least not yet!”
“I shall have to go before long. We must have food.”
“I want no food—I feel as though I never shall.”
“Nevertheless you must eat. You must be strong and brave. We have a long journey before us.”