Breathless and laughing, she drew back a stray strand of hair with her small white fingers. He waited.
"Thank you," she said quietly and extended her hand. Surely this was not the end?
Hector took the hand.
"Won't you tell me who you are now?" he asked.
She laughed, her eyes dancing.
"Please!" he said. "Remember, I can and will find out in any case, if I wish!"
His square jaw backed his words.
Suddenly she seemed to relent.
"You remind me of Gareth, the Knight of the Round Table," she declared solemnly. By this time she had gently withdrawn her hand. "Do you remember? He rescued a damsel in distress—" her eyes lighted up mischievously, "and——"
"Yes?" he encouraged.