Thiswoman，onawindmilltowerattheworld’sendwithagiantbarbarian，heardthatcrytonight，andshewasafraid！Ah！
theterrorandthedelightofthatmomentwhenfirstwefearourselves！Untilthenwehavenotlived。
“Come，Eric，letusgodown；themoonisupandthemusichasbegunagain，“shesaid。
Herosesilentlyandsteppeddownupontheladder，puttinghisarmabouthertohelpher。ThatarmcouldhavethrownThor’shammeroutinthecornfieldsyonder，yetitscarcelytouchedher，andhishandtrembledasithaddoneinthedance。Hisfacewaslevelwithhersnowandthemoonlightfellsharplyuponit。Allherlifeshehadsearchedthefacesofmenforthelookthatlayinhiseyes。Sheknewthatthatlookhadnevershoneforherbefore，wouldnevershineforheronearthagain，thatsuchlovecomestooneonlyindreamsorinimpossibleplaceslikethis，unattainablealways。ThiswasLove’sself，inamomentitwoulddie。Stungbytheagonizedappealthatemanatedfromtheman’swholebeing，sheleanedforwardandlaidherlipsonhis。Once，twiceandagainsheheardthedeeprespirationsrattleinhisthroatwhilesheheldthemthere，andtheriotousforceunderherheadbecameanengulfingweakness。Hedrewheruptohimuntilhefeltalltheresistancegooutofherbody，untileverynerverelaxedandyielded。Whenshedrewherfacebackfromhis，itwaswhitewithfear。
“Letusgodown，oh，myGod！letusgodown！“shemuttered。