'A sign?' repeated Gorlias, as if not understanding.
'Yes, where?' Her mouth was close to his ear as she whispered the question, and she turned her ear towards him for the answer.
He hesitated, and for the first time the dull fixedness of his expression was momentarily dispelled by a very faint look of surprise.
'I ask, where?' Zoë repeated, with strong emphasis, bending to him again.
'Over the water,' he answered at last.
'Both salt and fresh,' she replied instantly.
Gorlias looked at her veiled face long.
'Who are you?' he asked at length. 'Who taught you these things?' He glanced suspiciously at Omobono, who, as he had reason to believe, was acquainted with the secret.
Zoë shook her head.
'No,' she answered. 'One greater than he taught me what I know. You may go now, for your message is delivered. What I can do, I will do, and there is no more to say, for it is my own cause as well as his—the cause of justice, and God is with it.'