Those grave, unflinching eyes would surely give him away to any who really knew him.

So ran her thoughts on that night of magic till at last sleep came, and the vision faded.

The last thing she knew was a memory that awoke and mocked her--the sound of a low voice that in spite of herself she had to hear.
"I was waiting," said the voice, "till my turn should come." With a sharp pang she cast the memory from her--and slept..