ForamomentthesightofherterrormadeeventheWandererafraid。
Whatwasthehorrorshebeheldinthishauntedshrine，wherewasnonesavethemselvesalone？Whatwaswiththemintheshrine？
ThenhesawthathereyeswerefixedonhisgoldenarmourwhichParisoncehadworn，onthegoldenshieldwiththeblazonoftheWhiteBull，onthegoldenhelm，whosevisorwasdownsothatitquitehidhiseyesandhisface——andthenatlasthervoicebrokefromher:
“/Paris！Paris！Paris！/HasDeathlostholdofthee？Hastthoucometodragmebacktotheeandtoshame？Paris，deadParis！Whogavetheecouragetopasstheshadowsofmenwhomonearththouhadstnotdaredtofaceinwar？“
Thenshewrungherhands，andlaughedaloudwiththeemptylaughoffear。