"And you will remain unbent, unbroken—to continue here in the wilderness?"
"My will is not to go with you."
"Then I use the advantage of my superior strength of nerve and muscle, and make you come along with me."
She took a step forward, still biting at the knots, but suddenly desisted, turned her head over her shoulder, and said, sullenly, "Drive—I am your captive." The step she had taken was acknowledgment of defeat.
"Come, Urith," said he, picking up his fallen staff, "it was in vain for you to resist me. No one opposes me without having in the end to yield. Tell me the truth—captive—captive if you will, tell me what brought you out on the moor? Was it to see the fires?"
"No, I ran away."
"Why did you run away?"
She was silent and strode forward, still pulling and biting at the knots.
"Come, answer me, why did you run away?"
"I was in a passion, slave-driver! Why do you say to me, 'Come, Urith?' I do not come, I go—driven forward by you."