At the sight of our guide's white form, the horse which the Khania rode reared up so violently that I thought it would have thrown her.

But she mastered the animal with her whip and voice, and called out--"Who is this draped hag of the Mountain that stops the path of the Khania Atene and her dead lord?
My guests, I find you in ill company, for it seems that you are conducted by an evil spirit to meet an evil fate.

That guide of yours must surely be something hateful and hideous, for were she a wholesome woman she would not fear to show her face." Now the Shaman plucked his mistress by the sleeve, and the priest Oros, bowing to her, prayed her to be silent and cease to speak such ill-omened words into the air, which might carry them she knew not whither.

But some instinctive hate seemed to bubble up in Atene, and she would not be silent, for she addressed our guide using the direct "thou," a manner of speech that we found was very usual on the Mountain though rare upon the Plains.
"Let the air carry them whither it will," she cried.

"Sorceress, strip off thy rags, fit only for a corpse too vile to view.