Suddenly she heard quick steps behind her and, turning sharply, saw the figure of a man looming out of the mist. The man came nearer with a half-stealthy movement that frightened her. She was on the point of crying out, and had stopped, scarcely knowing what to do, when the man overtook her in a stride or two, and peered into her face and cried her name. With a great feeling of relief she put out her hand to him. "Old Medmer Theed!" she exclaimed. "Dear old friend, you startled me for a moment; I could not distinguish you in this mist." He paid no heed to what she said; he did not even notice the hand she held out to him. "So he draws you here still," he muttered half to himself. "It is as I thought; his power is still as great as ever. See"--he leaned toward her and peered into her face--"your face is white and there are tears in your eyes. But it shall end, child; he shall trouble you no more." She remembered afterward that he kept one hand behind him, as though he held something in it--something he did not wish her to see. Fearing that some strange, wild thought such as had troubled him in the old days was troubling him again, she spoke soothingly to him and smiled. "Indeed, there is nothing to trouble me," she said lightly; "all my troubles are ended." "Then why do you come here?" he asked suspiciously. "Why should you come here except to meet him? and why should you weep when you meet him?" "I don't understand," she said, looking at him with a puzzled expression. "I have not come here to meet any one; no one is awake yet, save ourselves." "Ah! he comes only when others sleep," muttered the old man. "I was here but yesterday and saw him creeping round here, and watching and waiting. And he has drawn you to him." "Tell me what you mean!" she cried. "What have you seen?" He pointed to the statue towering above them through the mist, and lowered his voice to a whisper. "I have seen his spirit--the spirit of him they think dead--come down in lonely hours and wait here for you." "Oh, no, no!" she cried, startled. "This is only one of your dreams; people can not come back from the dead. Forget all about it, I beg of you; believe me, it is only one of your dreams." For answer he suddenly gripped her arm and pointed, with the hand that had been behind him, in the direction of the statue; she saw that he held something in that hand, although she could not see clearly what it was. "Then what is that?" he cried. "See, there he is, waiting still!"