The street was empty. Nothing showed, nothing stirred anywhere. Stark
leaned over and pulled the girl to her feet, drawing her in under the
shelter of the thatched eaves.
"Now then," he said. "Suppose you stop crying and tell me what this is
all about."
Presently, between gulps and hiccoughs, he got the story out of her.
"I am Zareth," she said. "Malthor's daughter. He's afraid of you,
because of what you did to him on the ship, so he ordered me to watch
for you in the square, when you would come out of the tavern. Then I
was to follow you, and...."