"I would not harm a hair of your head, Greeba," he said.
"Then what have you come for?" she said.
"This man is a son of Stephen Orry," he said.
"Then it is for him," she cried, and leaped to her feet. "Ah, now I understand. I have not forgotten the night in Port-y-Vullin."
"Does he know of that?" said Jason.
"No."
"Does he know I am here?"
"No."
"Does he know we have met?"
"No."