But he forgot it now.

Delicate she was to look upon as any princess who had ever adorned a court, delicate and fresh, rich-voiced and young, but here was the rare woman flashing out like a light over stormy seas, the spirit of her and her courage! "You would load my pistols!" he repeated, his whole face alight.

"To be sure, you would do that.

But I ask you, I think, for a higher courage.

I ask you to climb down that ladder, to run alone, taking shelter when there's need, back to that narrow gorge we saw where the path leads upwards to the bluff.