I have brought you out of bondage.

We have found paradise together, and, my pretty Lady Una, there is no way back." "But there is, there is!" she cried desperately.

"And I must find it! I tell you I am Sir Roland Brooke's wife.

I belong to him.

No one can keep me from him!" It was as though she beat upon an iron door.
"There is no way out of the magic circle," said the jester inexorably.
A white shaft of light illumined the mist above them, revealing the girl's pale face, making sinister the man's masked one.