“Lilith.”
I caught her by the wrist. She shot upright and faced me.
“Don’t you know me? I’m Dante—Dante Cardover.”
Vi had sunk upon her knees and stared up at us, steadying herself with her hands. The old hag gazed angrily from behind Lilith, stretching out her long thin neck.
“I remember you, brother,” said Lilith. “You are one of us. I knew that one day you would hear us calling.”
“Wot did ’ee see in the lady’s ’and?”
The fortune-teller laid a skinny claw on Lilith’s shoulder; her voice quavered with eagerness.
“I will not tell,” said Lilith.
“Did ’ee see——?”
Lilith clapped her hand over the woman’s mouth. “You shan’t tell, grannie,” she said; “it’s not good to tell.”