"I know of no other name."
"Lucrezia is here, also, and she, too, is another. You have never seen her. You understand?"
He nodded. "And her name?"
"Oliveta! We are cousins."
"I respect your reasons for these changes. Tell me only what you wish."
"Oh, I have nothing to conceal," she said, relieved at his growing calmness. "They are old family names which I chose when I gave up my former life. You wonder why? It is part of the story. When Martel died the Contessa Margherita died also. She could not remain at Terranova where everything spoke of him. She was young; she began a long quest. As you know, it was fruitless, and when in time her ideas changed she was born to a new life."
"You have—abandoned the search?"
"Long ago. You told me truly that hatred and revenge destroy the soul. I was young and I could not understand; but now I know that only good can survive—good thoughts, good actions, good lives."
"And is the Donna Teresa here?"
Vittoria shook her head. "She has gone—back, perhaps, to her land of sunshine, her flowers, and her birds and her dream-filled mountain valleys. It was two years ago that we lost her. She could not survive the change. I have—many regrets when I think of her."