“Yes, I know it. Up there—I seemed to remember that.”
“So did I—the same stream, the same rocks, the forest primeval.”
“And the voices——”
“Yes. You couldn’t change things. They were meant to be—from the beginning.”
She drew closer into his arms and whispered.
“It frightens me a little, though.”
“What?”
“That it has happened in spite of me. That I had no power to resist.”
“Do you want to resist?”
“No, not now—not now.”