"A woman—"
"Man, woman, child, or beast, the law is the same. They shall not enter the Garden of Eden. Why are you here?"
"And she rides the gray gelding, the son of Yoruba!"
At that moment the white trembling lips of Connor might have told the master much, but he was too angered to take heed of his guest.
"That which has once left the Garden is no longer part of it. For us, the gray gelding does not exist. Why are you here?"
"Because she would not leave the gate. She says that she will see you."
"She is a fool. And because she was so confident, you were weak enough to believe her?"
"I told her that you would not come; that you could not come!"
"You have told her that it is impossible for me to speak with her?" said David, while Connor gradually regained control of himself, summoning all his strength for the crisis.
"I told her all that, but she said nevertheless she would see you."