“In such a place as this, cousin,” I said.
“In such a place as this,” he whispered, glancing round.
“Continue.”
Again he strove to be silent, but again my will mastered him and he spoke.
“It was too late to spare her if I wished to escape myself, so I killed her and fled. But terror entered my heart, terror which has never left it to this hour, for always before my eyes was the vision of him of your mother’s blood, before whom I should fly as she fled before me, who shall drive me into the mouth of hell.”
“That must be yonder, cousin,” I said, pointing with the sword toward the pit of the crater.
“It is yonder; I have looked.”
“But only for the body, cousin, not for the spirit.”
“Only for the body, not for the spirit,” he repeated after me.
“Continue,” I said.