"Has she a lover?" asked the sorceress, with surprise.
"Did not thy art teach thee this?"
"Who?" she demanded, without replying to his question.
"A certain Captain Fitzroy."
"He who commanded the ship that brought them hither. Where were my wits I did not suspect as much?" she added to herself.
"Dost know him?"
"I have seen him on his deck as I passed in my skiff. He sailed instantly in pursuit of you, or I should have discovered something of this new love. She confessed it?"
"Without hesitation. I have sworn to seek him and cross blades with him."
"First repeat the oath thou hast come hither to take."
"If thou wilt exert all thy skill and art to give me success in my revenge, I will take it."