"I know not that English word yet, but you will be my man, and I will be your woman when Kobo, without whom these things cannot rightly be, shall have worshipped the spirits and said the words."
"It is well. You say Kobo only sleeps in the building this one night?"
"That is all."
"Tomorrow we shall try it again."
"I will come with you," said the girl, "although I am very fearful."
"And those spirits?" smiled the man.
"If they hurt you they must hurt me, too; for without you," she went on frankly, "I cannot live upon this island."
CHAPTER XIX
THE KISS THAT WAS DIFFERENT
Now, Truda was terribly afraid to visit the mysterious house--one doesn't get rid of a taboo inherited through two hundred years in a night--but her timidity had been somewhat modified by the indifference with which the man she loved and whom, she revered as a god, viewed the whole situation, at least from a supernatural standpoint, and, as of old, knowledge was power.