The fool. He is forgetting it—the purpose.
Tear him free. He softens in her arms
To the sick sound of ‘Father.’”
But Darius,
Lost in the same sound, was thinking softly:
“I had not dreamed of this. She will be friended,
She will not go alone. He is a good boy,
Bruce. I never coupled her with him.
It may be in the cards.” Whereat the soldier
Left him, spitting disgust.