He was heard, for the lady turned about, and as he rode down, still uncertain of her, she came cantering up alone, and there could be no uncertainty.
Moonlight is friendless to eyes that would make sure of a face long unseen. It was Renee whose hand he clasped, but the story of the years on her, and whether she was in bloom, or wan as the beams revealing her, he could not see.
Her tongue sounded to him as if it were loosened without a voice. 'You have come. That storm! You are safe!'
So phantom-like a sound of speech alarmed him. 'I lost no time. But you?'
'I am well.'
'Nothing hangs over you?'
'Nothing.'
'Why give me just three days?'
'Pure impatience. Have you forgotten me?'
Their horses walked on with them. They unlocked their hands.