I am but a messenger.

Time passes.

Let us arrive at our business." "What would you do if I refused to go with you ?" she asked, still smiling at me.

She was waiting for the spell of these surroundings, the spirit of this place, to do their work with me, perhaps; was willing to take her time with charm of eye and arm and hair and curved fingers, which did not openly invite and did not covertly repel.

But I saw that her attitude toward me held no more than that of bird of prey and some little creature well within its power.