I fell on to a projecting spur of stone or rock not far down, which caught and held me.
By the light of the moon I saw you come along the ridge to look for me.
You were almost close enough for me to push you into that infernal sulphur lake where you hoped I had gone.

You turned back in time--fortunately for yourself." Thalassa kept his gaze upon him with the meditating intentness of one trying to learn anew a face so greatly altered by the awful changes of the years.

His great brown hands, hanging loosely at his sides, clenched and opened rapidly with a quickness of action which had something vaguely menacing in it.
"I know your eyes now," he mumbled.

"With the glasses on, you're different.

That's why ye wore them, I suppose.