“Child, your voice is soft, your face is fair, like the voice and the face of a girl; what death will you choose?”
“Your own.”
“Know you not that I am a demon, that my spirit is the spirit of Ingulf the Destroyer?”
“I know that you are a robber, that you commit murder for the love of gold.”
“You are wrong,” broke in the monster; “it is for love of blood.”
“Were you not paid by the d’Ahlefelds to slay Captain Dispolsen?”
“What are you talking about? What names are these?”
“Do you not know Captain Dispolsen, whom you killed on Urchtal Sands?”
“That may be, but I have forgotten him, as I shall forget you three days hence.”