The wind assailed Kate violently, and she caught at a spur of rock and clung, while her traveling-veil, escaped from bounds, flung out like a "home-going" pennant of a ship.
"A flag of truce, Kate?" thundered Wander's voice.
"Will you receive it?" cried Kate.
Now that she had sought and found him, she would not surrender without one glad glory of the hour.
"Name your conditions, beloved enemy."
"How can we talk like this?"
"We're not talking. We're shouting."
"Is there no way across?"
"Only for eagles."
"What did you mean by staying up here? I was terrified. What if you had been dying alone--"