She was sitting in the side of the sandhill, combing her hair with her fingers, when she heard his distant hail. And she climbed the hill and waved to him that he might come.
"I don't need to ask if you enjoyed your bathe," he said, as he came up. "I can see it in your face."
"It was delightful. I would like to bathe every day."
"Two days ago?" he laughed.
"No, days like this. Oh, it was so good! And now I am hungry. Let us eat."
So they sat in the wire grass of the hill-top and ate their frugal meal, she with her wonderful hair all astream, the ends spread wide to dry on the sand; and he, clean, and strong, and brown, as fine a figure of a man as she had ever met, though his raiment was nothing to boast of. And he said to himself, "She is the most wonderful girl I have ever seen. I would like to kiss her hair, her hands, her feet."
And she, to herself,—"He is good. He is good. He is good."
And, buried deep in both their minds, yet fully alive, was the thought that it might be that all their lives would have to be passed on that lean bank of sand—together.
XL
On their way back, Wulf lingered behind for a moment or two and came along presently with rabbits enough for their requirements, but did not obtrude them on her notice.