St.George was struck with the change in her since that day in the Reformatory chapel.

Then she had been like a wild, alien thing in dumb distress; now she was unchained and native.

Her first words explained why, in the extreme dilemma in which St.George had last seen her, she had yet remained mute.
"I release myself," she cried, "from my oath of silence, though until to-day I have spoken only to those who helped me to come back to you--my master.

Have you nothing to say to me?
Has the time seemed long?
Is it a weary while since I left you to do your will and murder the woman whom you were now about to make your wife ?" A cry of horror rose from the people, and then stillness came again.
"Take the woman away," said Prince Tabnit only, "she is speaking madness." "I am speaking the truth," said the woman clearly.

"I was of Melita--there are those here who will know my face.