“No.”
“You have forgotten?”
“I told you,” he said, “I mean to forget everything.”
“Everything before we came to Beni-Mora?”
“And more. Everything before you put your hands against my forehead, Domini. Your touch blotted out the past.”
“Even the past at Beni-Mora?”
“Yes, even that. There are many things I did and left undone, many things I said and never said that—I have forgotten—I have forgotten for ever.”
There was a sternness in his voice now, a fiery intention.
“I understand,” she said. “I have forgotten them too, but not some things.”
“Which?”