Chapter 25

“Yes, we must go,” he agreed. Then he stopped to smile a little as he studied the still rapt Swede beside the railing of gold. “You like her, Karl?” he asked with a levity that seemed out of place in such surroundings. Knutsson’s answer, apparently in his native tongue, was unintelligible to me. But I noticed that his eyes remained on the blond woman as he spoke. “Ah, then you would prefer this temple?” said Pareso, still with a touch of mockery. “Yes,” acknowledged Knutsson. And there seemed something almost child…