I had never seen Romance before, much less such a fantastic romance as this, in a faery land as forlorn as this. My heart ached for them.
Presently I heard Ted’s voice in the distance shouting a last message to the departing Rodwell, and I went back to the octagonal room.
He was kneeling at her feet, her pale hands held in his, and his face bowed down upon them.
“You must go,” she said faintly.
He shuddered.
“You must go,” she repeated. “To me you can only be a picture. To you I am only a dream.”
“Yes, it is time to go,” I said suddenly in a hoarse voice. I obliged them to look at me, to listen to me.
Slowly he released her hands, and got upon his feet. He was like a man in a trance.
“Go! Go!” I said sharply. Something urgent in my voice seemed to reach his shrouded faculties.