Spite of their horror of a forsaken temple, two or three entered, and respectfully made offer of such food as they had with them.

Basil accepted a piece of bread, bade them see to his horse, and crept into a corner of the building.

He desired to be alone and to think; for it seemed to him that he had not yet been able to reflect upon the story told by Sagaris.

What was it that lurked there at the back of his mind?
A memory, a suggestion of some sort, which would have helped him to understand could he but grasp it.

As he munched his bread he tried desperately to think, to remember; but all within him was a passionate misery, capable only of groans and curses.