"I don't know," he said confusedly.
He held out his hand and raised her to her feet.
"Come."
"I don't want to go back," she said, yielding reluctantly. She threw out her arms, drawing a long breath, her head flung back in the path of the moonbeams with the unconscious instinct of the young girl for enchanting the male. "You don't want to go either. Now do you?"
He made no reply, fidgeting with the rope.
"Now be nice and say you don't!"
"No, I don't," he said abruptly.
"Drina?"
"Drina."