A great flock of crows passed above the treetops, calling to each other, crying wildly.
"They are mocking us!" she said.
"No, we don't exist for them. We only exist for each other. . . . Alayne, I can't go away to-night as I said.'
"No, no! We must meet sometimes and talk—while I am still here. Oh, Renny, hold me close—I want to get strength from you."
"And I want to make you as weak as I am," he murmured, against her hair. He drew her closer. Some magnetic current from his hands frightened her. He began to kiss her again. What mad thoughts were born of his kisses against her eyes, her throat, her breast!
She disengaged herself and began to return along the bridle path. He followed her, his eyes dark and brilliant the lines about his mouth patient and stubborn.
It seemed that he could follow her thus across the world, lean, primitive, untiring.
Where their paths separated, they said a muttered good-bye, not looking at each other.
