May18，1907。
Thetwoweeksthathavepassedhavebeenbusy，andmay，astimegoeson，proveeventful。IreallythinktheyhaveplacedmeinadifferentpositionwiththeBlueMountaineers——certainlysofarasthoseinthispartofthecountryareconcerned。Theyarenolongersuspiciousofme——whichismuch；thoughtheyhavenotyetreceivedmeintotheirconfidence。Isupposethiswillcomeintime，butImustnottrytohustlethem。Alreadytheyarewilling，sofarasIcansee，tousemetotheirownends。Theyacceptedthesignallingideaveryreadily，andarequitewillingtodrillasmuchasIlike。Thiscanbe（andIthinkis，initsway）apleasuretothem。Theyarebornsoldiers，everymanofthem；andpracticetogetherisonlyarealizationoftheirownwishesandafurtherdevelopmentoftheirpowers。IthinkIcanunderstandthetrendoftheirthoughts，andwhatideasofpublicpolicyliebehindthem。Inallthatwehaveattemptedtogetherasyettheyarethemselvesinabsolutepower。ItrestswiththemtocarryoutanyideasImaysuggest，sotheydonotfearanyassumptionofpowerorgovernanceonmypart。Thus，solongastheykeepsecretfrommeboththeirideasofhighpolicyandtheirimmediateintentions，Iampowerlesstodothemill，andIMAYbeofserviceshouldoccasionarise。Well，alltold，thisismuch。
Alreadytheyacceptmeasanindividual，notmerelyoneofthemass。
Iamprettysurethattheyaresatisfiedofmypersonalbonafides。
Itispolicyandnotmistrustthathedgesmein。Well，policyisamatteroftime。Theyareasplendidpeople，butiftheyknewalittlemorethantheydotheywouldunderstandthatthewisestofallpoliciesistrust——whenitcanbegiven。Imustholdmyselfincheck，andneverbebetrayedintoaharshthoughttowardsthem。Poorsouls！withathousandyearsbehindthemofTurkishaggression，strenuouslyattemptedbybothforceandfraud，nowondertheyaresuspicious。Likewiseeveryothernationwithwhomtheyhaveevercomeincontact——exceptone，myown——hasdeceivedorbetrayedthem。
Anyhow，theyarefinesoldiers，andbeforelongweshallhaveanarmythatcannotbeignored。IfIcangetsothattheytrustme，IshallaskSirColintocomeouthere。Hewouldbeasplendidheadfortheirarmy。Hisgreatmilitaryknowledgeandtacticalskillwouldcomeinwell。Itmakesmeglowtothinkofwhatanarmyhewouldturnoutofthissplendidmaterial，andoneespeciallyadaptedforthestyleoffightingwhichwouldbenecessaryinthiscountry。
Ifamereamateurlikemyself，whohasonlyhadexperienceoforganizingthewildestkindofsavages，hasbeenabletoadvanceorcompacttheirindividualstyleoffightingintosystematiceffort，agreatsoldierlikeMacKelpiewillbringthemtoperfectionasafightingmachine。OurHighlanders，whentheycomeout，willforegatherwiththem，asmountaineersalwaysdowitheachother。
Thenweshallhaveaforcewhichcanholditsownagainstanyodds。
IonlyhopethatRookewillbereturningsoon。IwanttoseethoseIngis—MalbronrifleseithersafelystoredintheCastleor，whatisbetter，dividedupamongstthemountaineers——athingwhichwillbedoneattheveryearliestmomentthatIcanaccomplishit。Ihaveaconvictionthatwhenthesemenhavereceivedtheirarmsandammunitionfrommetheywillunderstandmebetter，andnotkeepanysecretsfromme。
AllthisfortnightwhenIwasnotdrillingorgoingaboutamongstthemountaineers，andteachingthemthecodewhichIhavenowgotperfected，Iwasexploringthesideofthemountainnearesttohere。
Icouldnotbeartobestill。ItistorturetometobeidleinmypresentconditionofmindregardingmyLadyoftheShroud……
StrangeIdonotmindmentioningthewordtomyselfnow。Iusedtoatfirst；butthatbitternesshasallgoneaway。
RUPERT’SJOURNAL——Continued。
May19，1907。
IwassorestlessearlythismorningthatbeforedaylightIwasoutexploringonthemountain—side。BychanceIcameacrossasecretplacejustasthedaywasbreaking。Indeed，itwasbythechangeoflightasthefirstsun—raysseemedtofalldownthemountain—sidethatmyattentionwascalledtoanopeningshownbyalightbehindit。Itwas，indeed，asecretplace——sosecretthatIthoughtatfirstIshouldkeepittomyself。Insuchaplaceasthiseithertohideinortobeabletopreventanyoneelsehidinginmightonoccasionbeanassetofsafety。
When，however，Isawindicationsratherthantracesthatsomeonehadalreadyusedittocampin，Ichangedmymind，andthoughtthatwheneverIshouldgetanopportunityIwouldtelltheVladikaofit，asheisamanonwhosediscretionIcanrely。Ifweeverhaveawarhereoranysortofinvasion，itisjustsuchplacesthatmaybedangerous。EveninmyowncaseitismuchtooneartheCastletobeneglected。
Theindicationsweremeagre——onlywhereafirehadbeenonalittleshelfofrock；anditwasnotpossible，throughtheresultsofburningvegetationorscorchedgrass，totellhowlongbeforethefirehadbeenalight。Icouldonlyguess。PerhapsthemountaineersmightbeabletotelloreventoguessbetterthanIcould。ButIamnotsosureofthis。Iamamountaineermyself，andwithlargerandmorevariedexperiencethananyofthem。Formyself，thoughIcouldnotbecertain，Icametotheconclusionthatwhoeverhadusedtheplacehaddonesonotmanydaysbefore。Itcouldnothavebeenquiterecently；butitmaynothavebeenverylongago。Whoeverhadusedithadcovereduphistrackswell。Eventheasheshadbeencarefullyremoved，andtheplacewheretheyhadlainwascleanedorsweptinsomeway，sothattherewasnotraceonthespot。IappliedsomeofmyWestAfricanexperience，andlookedontheroughbarkofthetreestoleeward，towheretheagitatedair，howeverdirected，musthavecome，unlessitwaswantedtocallattentiontotheplacebythescatteredwood—ashes，howeverfine。Ifoundtracesofit，buttheywerefaint。Therehadnotbeenrainforseveraldays；sothedustmusthavebeenblowntheresincetherainhadfallen，foritwasstilldry。
Theplacewasatinygorge，withbutoneentrance，whichwashiddenbehindabarrenspurofrock——justasortoflongfissure，jaggedandcurving，intherock，likeafaultinthestratification。Icouldjuststrugglethroughitwithconsiderableeffort，holdingmybreathhereandthere，soastoreducemydepthofchest。Withinitwastree—clad，andfullofpossibilitiesofconcealment。
AsIcameawayImarkedwellitsdirectionandapproaches，notinganyguidingmarkwhichmightaidinfindingitbydayornight。I
exploredeveryfootofgroundaroundit——infront，oneachside，andabove。ButfromnowherecouldIseeanindicationofitsexistence。
ItwasaveritablesecretchamberwroughtbythehandofNatureitself。IdidnotreturnhometillIwasfamiliarwitheverydetailnearandaroundit。Thisnewknowledgeaddeddistinctlytomysenseofsecurity。
LaterinthedayItriedtofindtheVladikaoranymountaineerofimportance，forIthoughtthatsuchahiding—placewhichhadbeenusedsorecentlymightbedangerous，andespeciallyatatimewhen，asIhadlearnedatthemeetingwheretheydidNOTfiretheirgunsthattheremayhavebeenspiesaboutoratraitorintheland。
EvenbeforeIcametomyownroomto—nightIhadfullymadeupmymindtogooutearlyinthemorningandfindsomeproperpersontowhomtoimparttheinformation，sothatawatchmightbekeptontheplace。Itisnowgettingonformidnight，andwhenIhavehadmyusuallastlookatthegardenIshallturnin。AuntJanetwasuneasyallday，andespeciallysothisevening。Ithinkitmusthavebeenmyabsenceattheusualbreakfast—hourwhichgotonhernerves；andthatunsatisfiedmentalorpsychicalirritationincreasedasthedayworeon。
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May20，1907。
Theclockonthemantelpieceinmyroom，whichchimesonthenotesoftheclockatSt。James’sPalace，wasstrikingmidnightwhenIopenedtheglassdoorontheterrace。IhadputoutmylightsbeforeIdrewthecurtain，asIwishedtoseethefulleffectofthemoonlight。
Nowthattherainyseasonisover，themoonisquiteasbeautifulasitwasinthewet，andagreatdealmorecomfortable。Iwasineveningdress，withasmoking—jacketinlieuofacoat，andIfelttheairmildandmellowonthewarmside，asIstoodontheterrace。
Buteveninthatbrightmoonlightthefurthercornersofthegreatgardenwerefullofmysteriousshadows。IpeeredintothemaswellasIcould——andmyeyesareprettygoodnaturally，andarewelltrained。Therewasnottheleastmovement。Theairwasasstillasdeath，thefoliageasstillasthoughwroughtinstone。
IlookedforquitealongtimeinthehopeofseeingsomethingofmyLady。Thequarterschimedseveraltimes，butIstoodonunheeding。
AtlastIthoughtIsawfaroffintheverycorneroftheolddefendingwallaflickerofwhite。Itwasbutmomentary，andcouldhardlyhaveaccountedinitselfforthewaymyheartbeat。I
controlledmyself，andstoodasthoughI，too，wereagravenimage。
Iwasrewardedbyseeingpresentlyanothergleamofwhite。AndthenanunspeakablerapturestoleovermeasIrealizedthatmyLadywascomingasshehadcomebefore。Iwouldhavehurriedouttomeether，butthatIknewwellthatthiswouldnotbeinaccordwithherwishes。So，thinkingtopleaseher，Idrewbackintotheroom。I
wasgladIhaddonesowhen，fromthedarkcornerwhereIstood，I
sawherstealupthemarblestepsandstandtimidlylookinginatthedoor。Then，afteralongpause，cameawhisperasfaintandsweetasthemusicofadistantAEolianharp：
\"Areyouthere？MayIcomein？Answerme！Iamlonelyandinfear！\"ForanswerIemergedfrommydimcornersoswiftlythatshewasstartled。Icouldhearfromthequiveringintakeofherbreaththatshewasstriving——happilywithsuccess——tosuppressashriek。
\"Comein，\"Isaidquietly。\"Iwaswaitingforyou，forIfeltthatyouwouldcome。IonlycameinfromtheterracewhenIsawyoucoming，lestyoumightfearthatanyonemightseeus。Thatisnotpossible，butIthoughtyouwishedthatIshouldbecareful。\"
\"Idid——Ido，\"sheansweredinalow，sweetvoice，butveryfirmly。
\"Butneveravoidprecaution。Thereisnothingthatmaynothappenhere。Theremaybeeyeswhereweleastexpect——orsuspectthem。\"Asshespokethelastwordssolemnlyandinalowwhisper，shewasenteringtheroom。Iclosedtheglassdoorandboltedit，rolledbackthesteelgrille，andpulledtheheavycurtain。Then，whenI
hadlitacandle，Iwentoverandputalighttothefire。Inafewsecondsthedrywoodhadcaught，andtheflameswerebeginningtoriseandcrackle。Shehadnotobjectedtomyclosingthewindowanddrawingthecurtain；neitherdidshemakeanycommentonmylightingthefire。Shesimplyacquiescedinit，asthoughitwasnowamatterofcourse。WhenImadethepileofcushionsbeforeitasontheoccasionofherlastvisit，shesankdownonthem，andheldoutherwhite，tremblinghandstothewarmth。
Shewasdifferentto—nightfromwhatshehadbeenoneitherofthetwoformervisits。FromherpresentbearingIarrivedatsomegaugeofherself—concern，herself—respect。Nowthatshewasdry，andnotovermasteredbywetandcold，asweetandgraciousdignityseemedtoshinefromher，enwrappingher，asitwere，withaluminousveil。Itwasnotthatshewasbythismadeorshownascoldordistant，orinanywayharshorforbidding。Onthecontrary，protectedbythisdignity，sheseemedmuchmoresweetandgenialthanbefore。Itwasasthoughshefeltthatshecouldaffordtostoopnowthatherloftinesswasrealized——thatherpositionwasrecognizedandsecure。
Ifherinherentdignitymadeanimpenetrablenimbusroundher，thiswasagainstothers；sheherselfwasnotboundbyit，ortobebound。
Somarkedwasthis，soentirelyandsweetlywomanlydidsheappear，thatIcaughtmyselfwonderinginflashesofthought，whichcameassharpperiodsofdoubtingjudgmentbetweenspellsofunconsciousfascination，howIhadevercometothinkshewasaughtbutperfectwoman。Assherested，halfsittingandhalflyingonthepileofcushions，shewasallgrace，andbeauty，andcharm，andsweetness——
theveritableperfectwomanofthedreamsofaman，beheyoungorold。Tohavesuchawomansitbyhishearthandholdherholyofholiesinhisheartmightwellbearapturetoanyman。Evenanhourofsuchentrancingjoymightbewellwonbyalifetimeofpain，bythebalanceofalonglifesacrificed，bytheextinctionoflifeitself。Quickbehindtherecordofsuchthoughtscametheanswertothedoubttheychallenged：ifitshouldturnoutthatshewasnotlivingatall，butoneofthedoomedandpitifulUn—Dead，thensomuchmoreonaccountofherverysweetnessandbeautywouldbethewinningofherbacktoLifeandHeaven——evenwereitthatshemightfindhappinessintheheartandinthearmsofanotherman。
Once，whenIleanedoverthehearthtoputfreshlogsonthefire，myfacewassoclosetohersthatIfeltherbreathonmycheek。Itthrilledmetofeeleventhesuggestionofthatineffablecontact。
Herbreathwassweet——sweetasthebreathofacalf，sweetasthewhiffofasummerbreezeacrossbedsofmignonette。Howcouldanyonebelieveforamomentthatsuchsweetbreathcouldcomefromthelipsofthedead——thedeadinesseorinposse——thatcorruptioncouldsendforthfragrancesosweetandpure？Itwaswithsatisfiedhappinessthat，asIlookedatherfrommystool，Isawthedancingoftheflamesfromthebeech—logsreflectedinhergloriousblackeyes，andthestarsthatwerehiddeninthemshineoutwithnewcoloursandnewlustreastheygleamed，risingandfallinglikehopesandfears。Asthelightleaped，sodidsmilesofquiethappinessflitoverherbeautifulface，themerrimentofthejoyousflamesbeingreflectedinever—changingdimples。
AtfirstIwasalittledisconcertedwhenevermyeyestooknoteofhershroud，andtherecameamomentaryregretthattheweatherhadnotbeenagainbad，sothattheremighthavebeencompulsionforherputtingonanothergarment——anythinglackingtheloathsomenessofthatpitifulwrapping。Littlebylittle，however，thisfeelingdisappeared，andIfoundnomatterforevendissatisfactioninherwrapping。Indeed，mythoughtsfoundinwardvoicebeforethesubjectwasdismissedfrommymind：
\"Onebecomesaccustomedtoanything——evenashroud！\"Butthethoughtwasfollowedbyasubmergingwaveofpitythatsheshouldhavehadsuchadreadfulexperience。
By—and—byweseemedbothtoforgeteverything——IknowIdid——exceptthatweweremanandwoman，andclosetogether。Thestrangenessofthesituationandthecircumstancesdidnotseemofmoment——notworthevenapassingthought。Westillsatapartandsaidlittle，ifanything。Icannotrecallasinglewordthateitherofusspokewhilstwesatbeforethefire，butotherlanguagethanspeechcameintoplay；theeyestoldtheirownstory，aseyescando，andmoreeloquentlythanlipswhilstexercisingtheirfunctionofspeech。
Questionandanswerfollowedeachotherinthissatisfyinglanguage，andwithanunspeakableraptureIbegantorealizethatmyaffectionwasreturned。Underthesecircumstancesitwasunrealizablethatthereshouldbeanyincongruityinthewholeaffair。Iwasnotmyselfinthemoodofquestioning。Iwasdiffidentwiththatdiffidencewhichcomesalonefromtruelove，asthoughitwereanecessaryemanationfromthatdelightfulandoverwhelmingandcommandingpassion。Inherpresencethereseemedtosurgeupwithinmethatwhichforbadespeech。Speechunderpresentconditionswouldhaveseemedtomeunnecessary，imperfect，andevenvulgarlyovert。
She，too，wassilent。ButnowthatIamalone，andmemoryisalonewithme，Iamconvincedthatshealsohadbeenhappy。No，notthatexactly。\"Happiness\"isnotthewordtodescribeeitherherfeelingormyown。Happinessismoreactive，amoreconsciousenjoyment。Wehadbeencontent。Thatexpressesourconditionperfectly；andnowthatIcananalyzemyownfeeling，andunderstandwhatthewordimplies，Iamsatisfiedofitsaccuracy。\"Content\"hasbothapositiveandnegativemeaningorantecedentcondition。Itimpliesanabsenceofdisturbingconditionsaswellasofwants；alsoitimpliessomethingpositivewhichhasbeenwonorachieved，orwhichhasaccrued。Inourstateofmind——forthoughitmaybepresumptiononmypart，Iamsatisfiedthatourideasweremutual——itmeantthatwehadreachedanunderstandingwhenceallthatmightcomemustbeforgood。Godgrantthatitmaybeso！
Aswesatsilent，lookingintoeachother’seyes，andwhilstthestarsinherswerenowfulloflatentfire，perhapsfromthereflectionoftheflames，shesuddenlysprangtoherfeet，instinctivelydrawingthehorribleshroudroundherassherosetoherfullheightinavoicefulloflingeringemotion，asofonewhoisactingunderspiritualcompulsionratherthanpersonalwill，shesaidinawhisper：
\"Imustgoatonce。Ifeelthemorningdrawingnigh。Imustbeinmyplacewhenthelightofdaycomes。\"
ShewassoearnestthatIfeltImustnotopposeherwish；soI，too，sprangtomyfeetandrantowardsthewindow。Ipulledthecurtainasidesufficientlyfarformetopressbackthegrilleandreachtheglassdoor，thelatchofwhichIopened。Ipassedbehindthecurtainagain，andheldtheedgeofitbacksothatshecouldgothrough。
Foraninstantshestoppedasshebrokethelongsilence：
\"Youareatruegentleman，andmyfriend。YouunderstandallIwish。
OutofthedepthofmyheartIthankyou。\"Sheheldoutherbeautifulhigh—bredhand。ItookitinbothmineasIfellonmyknees，andraisedittomylips。Itstouchmademequiver。She，too，trembledasshelookeddownatmewithaglancewhichseemedtosearchmyverysoul。Thestarsinhereyes，nowthatthefirelightwasnolongeronthem，hadgonebacktotheirownmysterioussilver。
Thenshedrewherhandfromminevery，verygently，asthoughitwouldfainlinger；andshepassedoutbehindthecurtainwithagentle，sweet，dignifiedlittlebowwhichleftmeonmyknees。
WhenIheardtheglassdoorpulled—togentlybehindher，Irosefrommykneesandhurriedwithoutthecurtain，justintimetowatchherpassdownthesteps。IwantedtoseeheraslongasIcould。Thegreyofmorningwasjustbeginningtowarwiththenightgloom，andbythefaintuncertainlightIcouldseedimlythewhitefigureflitbetweenshrubandstatuetillfinallyitmergedinthefardarkness。
Istoodforalongtimeontheterrace，sometimeslookingintothedarknessinfrontofme，incaseImightbeblessedwithanotherglimpseofher；sometimeswithmyeyesclosed，sothatImightrecallandholdinmymindherpassagedownthesteps。ForthefirsttimesinceIhadmethershehadthrownbackatmeaglanceasshesteppedonthewhitepathbelowtheterrace。Withtheglamourovermeofthatlook，whichwasallloveandenticement，Icouldhavedaredallthepowersthatbe。
WhenthegreydawnwasbecomingapparentthroughthelighteningoftheskyIreturnedtomyroom。Inadazedcondition——halfhypnotizedbylove——Iwenttobed，andindreamscontinuedtothink，allhappily，ofmyLadyoftheShroud。
RUPERT’SJOURNAL——Continued。
May27，1907。
AwholeweekhasgonesinceIsawmyLove！Thereitis；nodoubtwhateverisleftinmymindaboutitnow！SinceIsawhermypassionhasgrownandgrownbyleapsandbounds，asnovelistsputit。Ithasnowbecomesovastastooverwhelmme，towipeoutallthoughtofdoubtordifficulty。Isupposeitmustbewhatmensuffered——
sufferingneednotmeanpain——underenchantmentsinoldtimes。Iambutasastrawwhirledintheresistlesseddiesofawhirlpool。I
feelthatIMUSTseeheragain，evenifitbebutinhertombinthecrypt。Imust，Isuppose，preparemyselffortheventure，formanythingshavetobethoughtof。Thevisitmustnotbeatnight，forinsuchcaseImightmissher，didshecometomeagainhere……
Themorningcameandwent，butmywishandintentionstillremained；
andsointhefulltideofnoon，withthesuninallitsfieryforce，IsetoutfortheoldchurchofSt。Sava。Icarriedwithmealanternwithpowerfullens。Ihadwrappeditupsecretly，forIhadafeelingthatIshouldnotlikeanyonetoknowthatIhadsuchathingwithme。
OnthisoccasionIhadnomisgivings。OntheformervisitIhadforamomentbeenoverwhelmedattheunexpectedsightofthebodyofthewomanIthoughtIloved——Iknewitnow——lyinginhertomb。ButnowI
knewall，anditwastoseethiswoman，thoughinhertomb，thatI
came。
WhenIhadlitmylantern，whichIdidassoonasIhadpushedopenthegreatdoor，whichwasonceagainunlocked，Iturnedmystepstothestepsofthecrypt，whichlaybehindtherichlycarvenwoodscreen。ThisIcouldsee，withthebetterlight，wasanoblepieceofworkofpricelessbeautyandworth。ItriedtokeepmyheartinfullcouragewiththoughtsofmyLady，andofthesweetnessanddignityofourlastmeeting；but，despiteall，itsankdown，down，andturnedtowaterasIpassedwithuncertainfeetdownthenarrow，tortuoussteps。Myconcern，Iamnowconvinced，wasnotformyself，butthatshewhomIadoredshouldhavetoenduresuchafearfulplace。AsanodynetomyownpainIthoughtwhatitwouldbe，andhowIshouldfeel，whenIshouldhavewonforherawayoutofthathorror，atanyrate。Thisthoughtreassuredmesomewhat，andrestoredmycourage。ItwasinsomethingofthesamefashionwhichhashithertocarriedmeoutoftightplacesaswellasintothemthatatlastIpushedopenthelow，narrowdooratthefootoftherock—
hewnstaircaseandenteredthecrypt。
WithoutdelayImademywaytotheglass—coveredtombsetbeneaththehangingchain。Icouldseebytheflashingofthelightaroundmethatmyhandwhichheldthelanterntrembled。WithagreateffortI
steadiedmyself，andraisingthelantern，turneditslightdownintothesarcophagus。
Onceagainthefallenlanternrangonthetinglingglass，andIstoodaloneinthedarkness，foraninstantalmostparalyzedwithsurpriseddisappointment。
Thetombwasempty！Eventhetrappingsofthedeadhadbeenremoved。
IknewnotwhathappenedtillIfoundmyselfgropingmywayupthewindingstair。Here，incomparisonwiththesoliddarknessofthecrypt，itseemedalmostlight。Thedimexpanseofthechurchsentafewstragglingraysdownthevaultedsteps，andasIcouldsee，beitneversodimly，IfeltIwasnotinabsolutedarkness。Withthelightcameasenseofpowerandfreshcourage，andIgropedmywaybackintothecryptagain。There，bynowandagainlightingmatches，Ifoundmywaytothetombandrecoveredmylantern。ThenItookmywayslowly——forIwishedtoprove，ifnotmyowncourage，atleastsuchvestigesofself—respectastheventurehadleftme——throughthechurch，whereIextinguishedmylantern，andoutthroughthegreatdoorintotheopensunlight。Iseemedtohaveheard，bothinthedarknessofthecryptandthroughthedimnessofthechurch，mysterioussoundsasofwhispersandsuppressedbreathing；butthememoryofthesedidnotcountformuchwhenonceIwasfree。IwasonlysatisfiedofmyownconsciousnessandidentitywhenIfoundmyselfonthebroadrockterraceinfrontofthechurch，withthefiercesunlightbeatingonmyupturnedface，and，lookingdownward，sawfarbelowmetherippledblueoftheopensea。
RUPERT’SJOURNAL——Continued。
June3，1907。
Anotherweekhaselapsed——aweekfullofmovementofmanykindsandinmanyways——butasyetIhavehadnotaleortidingsofmyLadyoftheShroud。IhavenothadanopportunityofgoingagainindaylighttoSt。Sava’sasIshouldhavelikedtohavedone。IfeltthatI
mustnotgoatnight。Thenightishertimeoffreedom，anditmustbekeptforher——orelseImaymissher，orperhapsneverseeheragain。
Thedayshavebeenfullofnationalmovement。Themountaineershaveevidentlybeenorganizingthemselves，forsomereasonwhichIcannotquiteunderstand，andwhichtheyhavehesitatedtomakeknowntome。
Ihavetakencarenottomanifestanycuriosity，whateverImayhavefelt。Thiswouldcertainlyarousesuspicion，andmightultimatelycausedisastertomyhopesofaidingthenationintheirstruggletopreservetheirfreedom。
Thesefiercemountaineersarestrangely——almostunduly——suspicious，andtheonlywaytowintheirconfidenceistobeginthetrusting。A
youngAmericanattacheoftheEmbassyatVienna，whohadmadeajourneythroughtheLandoftheBlueMountains，onceputittomeinthisform：
\"Keepyourheadshut，andthey’llopentheirs。Ifyoudon’t，they’llopenitforyou——downtothechine！\"