A monkey swung from a branch on to the slab, and sat there engaged in his toilet a very imp of darkness. "Not be-creeped are you?" Roy asked. "Just the littlest bit! Nice kind of creeps. I feel quite safe with you." The path was rough in parts. Once she stumbled and his hand closed lightly on her arm under the cloak. She felt safe with him and he must turn and smite her !