11/20 I have my work cut out for me. What more is there to tell ?" "What you have left untold," said the Tracer, with the slightest ring of authority in his quiet voice. My sleep was haunted by her beauty; night after night, when at last I fell asleep, instantly I saw her face, and her dark eyes opening into mine in childish bewilderment; day after day I rode out to the fallen pillar and descended to that dark chamber where she lay alone. Then there came a time when I could not endure the thought of her lying there alone. I had never dared to touch her. |