“It is the moan of Heaven,” answered Cathal wearily: “an acain Pharais.”
II
They found them there in the twilight of the dawn. For long, Ecta looked at them and pondered. Then he glanced at Molios. There were tears in the heart of the holy man, but in his eyes a deep anger.
“Bind him,” said Ecta.
Cathal woke with the thongs. His gaze fell upon Molios. He made no sign, and spake never a word: but he smiled.
“What now, O Molios?” asked Ecta.
“Take the woman away. Do with her as you will—spare or slay. It matters not. She is but a woman, and she hath wrought evil upon this man. To slay were well.”
“She is my daughter.”
“Spare, then, if you will; but take her away. Give her to a man. She shall never see this renegade again.”