"Why do you grow here?"
"Bah," cried Strife, impatiently, and trod it down. "What do I care about that! You are to show me the road to Truth."
"That I will not," cried Query, and ran away.
With two long strides Strife caught her up, and seized her by the arm.
"I don't leave go of you till you have led me thither."
"But I don't know the whole way; I can only lead you as far as Doubt."
"Then lead me to Doubt."
"I will not," said Query, defiantly, and tugged at the arm that was captive.
Strife grew enraged. He tore up stinging nettles, and lashed her with them until she promised to do all that he desired. Then he slung his golden chain round her body, and said—