“You’re not afraid?” he said.
She faced him. “Of course I am not afraid. Why should I be?”
He lifted his shoulders slightly. “You were—or I imagined you were—a little while ago.”
“Oh, that was different,” she said. “Anyway, I am not so foolish now. I could sit here for hours and sketch.”
“It has been called the devil’s paradise,” he said rather harshly.
She snapped her fingers and laughed. “I am never afraid of the devil when the sun is out. Are you?”
“Sometimes,” he said.
He jumped to the ground and turned to help her, the reins over his arm.
She slipped down into his hold. “But there is nothing to frighten anyone here,” she said.
Even as she spoke, her heart misgave her a little. The Stones looked more imposing from the ground. Some of them had an almost threatening aspect. They seemed to crouch like gigantic monsters about to spring.