“You are a spy, and were seeking for the magazines,” said the boy. “I know your heart. Let me help you out, and come with me to the shelter of the cedars.”
Peter took the stranger’s hand, and led him by flashes of lightning to a covert under the cedars. Some crows cawed in the darkness above.
The two sat down.
“You are in my power,” said Peter.
“Then you must be the Evil One. Why am I in your power more than you in mine? Do you live in a house that travels? Where has your house gone?”
“Tell me, now, who you are,” said Peter.
“I am a traveler.”
“Why did you give me a false countersign?”
“To put you off so that I might go on.”