"Mary," said he, "I have come to say farewell."
She moved as at a shock. She rose to her feet, and she did not look at him, and this was the first time that these two had talked together.
He bent to her beseechingly:
"I have come to say farewell," said he.
Again she put her hand into his:
"Say your say," quoth she, "and go your road," and with that she did look at him, sternly.
He loosed her hand; his eyes flamed; he stamped the road; he swung his arms aloft gripping the wings, and, with a fierce movement, he ripped them in twain; he put the halves together and tore again, then, with a sweep of his hands, fluttered the shining plumes away and on the wind.
"Now!" quoth he, with a laugh.
"Oh!" she stammered, staring, terrified, incredulous.