CHAPTER XXIX
THE CATASTROPHE
THE first faint spears of morning creeping through the trees which surrounded Hillside revealed two figures upon a rustic bench in the little orchard adjoining the house. A pair incongruous enough—this dark-eyed Eastern woman, wrapped in a long fur cloak, and Nicol Brinn, gaunt, unshaven, fantastic in his evening dress, revealed now in the gray morning light.
"Look!" whispered Naîda. "It is the dawn. I must go!"
Nicol Brinn clenched his teeth tightly but made no reply.
"You promised," she said, and although her voice was very tender she strove to detach his arm, which was locked about her shoulders.
He nodded grimly.
"I'll keep my word. I made a contract with hell with my eyes open, and I'll stick to it." He stood up suddenly. "Go back, Naîda!" he said. "Go back! You have my promise, now, and I'm helpless. But at last I see a way, and I'm going to take it."
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