"Truda," said the man, "I have no desire to anger your gods, but I must go there. You do not know how you came here."
"Kobo says that many, many, many moons ago, so great in number that no one can count them, our ancestors came from across the sea. That is all."
"I want to find out why they came and all about them and I feel that I can find out there. The great God I worship, who has preserved me from all the perils of the deep, will watch over me. I must go there."
"But not tonight. It is the one night when Kobo sleeps within. The spirits obey him. I know not what they might do."
"Tonight," answered Beekman, "I have better occupation."
"And what is that?"
"To be here with you, to love you with none by to look or listen." He pointed to a low, broad shelf of rock. "Sit there," he said, "and I will sit here at your feet." Throwing himself down, he leaned his elbow on her knee and looked up at her. "Do you know," he continued, "there is a land far across the sea, a land of brave men and beautiful women? They speak your language. Your fathers must have come from there as mine did. I want to find out. Some day we shall get back to the world and that land, you and I. I want to know all about you."
"That you are here, that I love you, is enough for me to know," whispered the woman, caressing his head with her hand.
He kissed the pretty palm and smiled up at her as he answered.
"But that is not enough for me."