All yesterday we travel, always getting closer to the mountains, and moving into a more and more wild and desert land.  There are great, frowning precipices and much falling water, and Nature seem to have held sometime her carnival.  Madam Mina still sleep and sleep.  And though I did have hunger and appeased it, I could not waken her, even for food.  I began to fear that the fatal spell of the place was upon her, tainted as she is with that Vampire baptism.  “Well,” said I to myself, “if it be that she sleep all the day, it shall also be that I do not sleep at night.”  As we travel on the rough road, for a road of an ancient and imperfect kind there was, I held down my head and slept.

Again I waked with a sense of guilt and of time passed, and found Madam Mina still sleeping, and the sun low down.  But all was indeed changed.  The frowning mountains seemed further away, and we were near the top of a steep rising hill, on summit of which was such a castle as Jonathan tell of in his diary.  At once I exulted and feared.  For now, for good or ill, the end was near.

I woke Madam Mina, and again tried to hypnotize her, but alas! unavailing till too late.  Then, ere the great dark came upon us, for even after down sun the heavens reflected the gone sun on the snow, and all was for a time in a great twilight.  I took out the horses and fed them in what shelter I could.  Then I make a fire, and near it I make Madam Mina, now awake and more charming than ever, sit comfortable amid her rugs.  I got ready food, but she would not eat, simply saying that she had not hunger.  I did not press her, knowing her unavailingness.  But I myself eat, for I must needs now be strong for all.  Then, with the fear on me of what might be, I drew a ring so big for her comfort, round where Madam Mina sat.  And over the ring I passed some of the wafer, and I broke it fine so that all was well guarded.  She sat still all the time, so still as one dead.  And she grew whiter and even whiter till the snow was not more pale, and no word she said.  But when I drew near, she clung to me, and I could know that the poor soul shook her from head to feet with a tremor that was pain to feel.

I said to her presently, when she had grown more quiet, “Will you not come over to the fire?” for I wished to make a test of what she could.  She rose obedient, but when she have made a step she stopped, and stood as one stricken.

“Why not go on?” I asked.  She shook her head, and coming back, sat down in her place.  Then, looking at me with open eyes, as of one waked from sleep, she said simply, “I cannot!” and remained silent.  I rejoiced, for I knew that what she could not, none of those that we dreaded could.  Though there might be danger to her body, yet her soul was safe!