This place is under his curse — and his Church’s.”

“Let me come in and help you — you are sick and in trouble.”

I was better used to the dim light now. I could see her hollow eyes fixed upon me. I could see how emaciated she was.

“I tell you the place is under the Church’s ban. Save yourself — and go, before some straggler see thee here, and report it.”

“Give yourself no trouble about me; I don’t care anything for the Church’s curse. Let me help you.”

“Now all good spirits — if there be any such — bless thee for that word. Would God I had a sup of water! — but hold, hold, forget