I must speak to you again in that place about this journey to Riolama." As she kept silent, I added: "Will you promise to come to me there ?" She shook her head, turning half away.
"Have you forgotten our compact, Rima ?" "No," she returned; and then, suddenly coming near, spoke in a low tone: "I will go there to please you, and you must also do as I tell you." "What do you wish, Rima ?" She came nearer still.

"Listen! You must not look into my eyes, you must not touch me with your hands." "Sweet Rima, I must hold your hand when I speak with you." "No, no, no," she murmured, shrinking from me; and finding that it must be as she wished, I reluctantly agreed.
Before I had waited long, she appeared at the trysting-place, and stood before me, as on a former occasion, on that same spot of clean yellow sand, clasping and unclasping her fingers, troubled in mind even then.
Only now her trouble was different and greater, making her shyer and more reticent.
"Rima, your grandfather is going to take you to Riolama.

Do you wish me to go with you ?" "Oh, do you not know that ?" she returned, with a swift glance at my face.
"How should I know ?" Her eyes wandered away restlessly.

"On Ytaioa you told me a hundred things which I did not know," she replied in a vague way, wishing, perhaps, to imply that with so great a knowledge of geography it was strange I did not know everything, even her most secret thoughts.
"Tell me, why must you go to Riolama ?" "You have heard.

To speak to my people." "What will you say to them?
Tell me." "What you do not understand.