“Don’t look at her!” he cried, shrinking away, yet fascinated by the hate-filled longing in her eyes. “She would eat you up in a moment! It was HER shadow! She is the wicked princess!”
“That cannot be! they said she was beautiful!”
“Indeed it is the princess!” I interposed. “Wickedness has made her ugly!”
She heard, and what a look was hers!
“It was very wrong of me to run away!” said Odu thoughtfully.
“What made you run away?” I asked. “I expected to find you where I left you!”
He did not reply at once.
“I don’t know what made me run,” answered another. “I was frightened!”
“It was a man that came down the hill from the palace,” said a third.
“How did he frighten you?”