“Pity we must eat to live. Then if I let you take your arms away, will you come back to me?”

“Yes. I’ll bring the milk.”

“There, go. I’m giving you your own way because I know I will recover the sooner the strength I have lost. A man flat on his back, with but one arm free, is no good.”

“But you don’t let me go.”

“Listen, Cassandra. You brought me back to life. Do you know what for? What did your father tell you? That one should be sent for you? It is I, dearest. From away over on the other side of the earth, I have come for you. We fought like beasts — Frale and I. I had given you up — you — Cassandra; had said in my heart, ‘I will go away and leave her to the one she has chosen, if that be right,’