"There be those who, in hours of quiet thought, recall impressions once made. There be those who can search the human heart, and read the mind."
"Such powers belong only to the God who made us," I replied.
"There be those to whom God speaks. Those who dream dreams and see visions."
I looked at him questioningly, but I could read nothing in his face; when I looked into his eyes my own fell, even as the hands of a feeble swordsman fall before those of his master.
"If you know all, what need is there for me to tell you?" I stammered.
"No man knows all," he replied. "But I have seen the face of the Lady Nancy Molesworth. I have looked into her soul and seen its weariness and sorrow. I know the hopes of the Killigrews. I looked into your heart, and knew that your life was linked unto hers. I wrote the word 'Roche' on that piece of paper, and have waited for your coming."
"And beyond that?"
"Beyond that, nothing certain."
I debated with myself whether I should tell him everything, but I was afraid and held my peace.