From
what she told me of her meeting with young Purceville---and I expect
that for my sake she did not tell all---I wonder if you are not in
danger as well. We need to know fully who our enemies are, or are
likely to be, and who can be trusted to come to our aid. I have one
ally, a fisherman from the village of Kroe, and the beginnings of a
plan, though it is still far from ripe. The first step, as it must
always be, is survival. Can you tell us then, in as much detail as
possible, what has happened in the time since you left the cottage?"
"Will you tell me one thing first?" she asked. "Forgive me, Michael,
but after all I've been through, as you will soon hear..... It would
put my mind very much at rest, if you would tell me....." Her face
betrayed a deep, lingering fear of the Night. "Who, if not yourself,
lies in the grave beneath your stone?"
"It is you who must forgive me. I should have told you sooner." He
took her hand, and held it firmly. "It is no wraith who stands before
you, and no one has raised me from the dead.
"I can't be certain, but I believe it to be a man of my regiment.
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