“You are yourself again—I am glad,” she said.
“But Una——?”
“She is safe. She reached Bogota after you left Honda.”
David’s relief was evident, although his eyes showed the perplexity arising from his strange awakening.
“I thought she had found her way here,” he said. Then he turned again to Sajipona, this time with an impulsive gesture of gratitude. “I remember everything now. You saved my life. Every moment with you has been filled with happiness. How can I ever be grateful enough for the kindness you have shown me?”
He knelt before her, kissing her hand. She smiled; her other hand rested upon his shoulder.
“Grateful!” she exclaimed playfully. “Have we not a lifetime together before us? You have forgotten the festival that awaits us on the top of the mountain.”
“No, I have not forgotten.”
“Do you want it to take place?”