"It means that I love you, that I am yours and you are mine."
"It is very sweet," said the girl, artlessly. "Once more."
She lifted her lips to his in innocent invitation, which indeed he did not need.
"It was not for this," she murmured at last, "that I brought you here, although it makes me very happy, and I am glad we came."
"I, too, am glad," said the man, a little unsteadily; "but why did you bring me here?"
"It was death for you to go in that house."
"Death? Whence would it come?"
"The spirits. None goes there but the oldest man, except on the day of the full moon, when we all come in, but we stay near the door, while only Kobo goes to the further end."
"What does he there?"
"I know not. The spirits speak to him. Our faces are hidden. No one goes into the building except then. It is taboo, death. I do not know what they would do to you if they caught you there," she went on, switching from the spirits to the living with wondrous facility.