I left the old man on the road, and SHE left us in Riolama.
She went away from us into the mountains--who knows whither!" "But she came back!" he returned, with a gleam of devilish satisfaction in his eyes that made the blood run cold in my veins.
It was hard to dissemble still, to tempt him to say something that would madden me! "No, no," I answered, after considering his words.

"She feared to return; she went away to hide herself in the great mountains beyond Riolama.

She could not come back." "But she came back!" he persisted, with that triumphant gleam in his eyes once more.

Under my cloak my hand had clutched my knife-handle, but I strove hard against the fierce, almost maddening impulse to pluck it out and bury it, quick as lightning, in his accursed throat.
He continued: "Seven days before you returned we saw her in the wood.

We were always expecting, watching, always afraid; and when hunting we were three and four together.