"Tell me now!"
"We are approaching the grotto. Your guests are waiting."
"Tell me now!"
"Crescentius is expecting us. He will be wondering at our tardiness."
"Tell me now!"
Otto breathed hard.
"Oh, why do you ask, Stephania, why do you ask?"
"Who is the woman?"
The question fell huskily from her lips.
The answer came, soft as a zephyr that dies as it passes: