“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“We have seen my wife,” answered Ragnall.
I stared at him and he went on:
“Savage woke me by saying that there was someone in the room. I sat up and looked and, as I live, Quatermain, standing gazing at me in such a position that the light of dawn from the window-place fell upon her, was my wife.”
“How was she dressed?” I asked at once.
“In a kind of white robe cut rather low, with her hair loose hanging to her waist, but carefully combed and held outspread by what appeared to be a bent piece of ivory about a foot and a half long, to which it was fastened by a thread of gold.”
“Is that all?”
“No. Upon her breast was that necklace of red stones with the little image hanging from its centre which those rascals gave her and she always wore.”
“Anything more?”
“Yes. In her arms she carried what looked like a veiled child. It was so still that I think it must have been dead.”