Duessa soon had Fulviac at the tongue's point.
"You are the first man in this assemblage?" she had asked him.
"Madame, that is so."
"I have a truth to make known."
"Unmask to me."
She hesitated, then obeyed him.
"Possibly I am known to you," she said.
Fulviac stood back a step, and looked at her as a man might look at an old love. A knot of wrinkles showed on his forehead.
"Duessa of the Black Hair."
"Ah, in the old days."