"You are speaking of Ginevra," replied the harper.
"Ginevra," growled Eckhardt, his hair bristling and his eyes flaming as those of an infuriated tiger while his fingers gripped the hilt of his dagger.
"You are speaking of Ginevra!" the harper repeated inexorably.
With a moan Eckhardt's hands went to his head. His breast heaved; his breath came and went in quick gasps.
"I do not understand,—I do not understand."
"You made no attempt to revisit the Groves," said the harper.
Eckhardt stroked his brow as if vainly endeavouring to recall the past.
"I feared to succumb to her spell."
"To that end you had been summoned."
"I have since been warned. Yet it seemed too monstrous to be true."