“You could not––against her will.”
Sorez moistened his lips and explained: “She came on another mission. She came in search of a father who has been long missing.”
“To this lake––to this spot––with the image in her lap?”
“No––this part of it is at my prompting. She but obeyed me.”
The Priest turned away impatiently. He saw the girl crouching in terror of him. He moved nearer. He saw her black eyes. They remained on his strangely immovable. He felt something of a tremor. Things about him became blurred for a moment. He shook himself free.
Sorez stared straight ahead of him in a frenzy. Then the shadow sprang, throwing his arms about the tall figure.
“I have heard too many stories,” he said.