"Give me your hand."
"You will do me no hurt?"
"On my soul!"
Nial slowly advanced, took the outstretched hand in his, and helped the trembling man to rise.
"Nial, tell me this thing. Have you seen these—these—these two before this?"
"I have never seen the woman."
"Then how do you know it was Marsail, who is dead years and years and years agone?"
"Is it forgetting you are that when I was a child I saw her body, on the day of the snow?"
There was a pause, wherein the questioner brooded darkly. At last, in a low strained voice, he asked:
"Have you ever seen the man?"