"You know me to be a ferryman," I said, pushing the circlet up and over my forehead. "How?""Why, by taking one look at you, that's how! You've no mask, that much is true, nor have you a scythe, as I've said ... you've the cloak, all right, but that can be purchased at even the lowliest of costume shops; I've one just like it in my wagon here, in fact. No, this is something in the face itself. It's an aura." He paused, appraising me coldly. "You've the heart of a ferryman."After a moment I replied, "I knew a woman once who said the very opposite.""A woman, eh? She must have feared you very much."