"It is because you are wounded," she said. "I would I had thy wounds."
"I had a wounded heart, but you have healed it," he said, and looked at her with shining eyes.
The sun sank and the long twilight of the hills set in. The evening star was brightening through the pale amethyst of the sky when Landless said quietly: "The last charge," and emptied it into an arm which for one incautious moment had waved above the rocks.
"It is the end, then," said Patricia.
"Yes, it is the end. We have beaten them back for the moment, but presently they will find that all we could do we have done, and then—"
She left her post beside the gap in the front, and came and knelt beside him, and he took her in his arms.
"It is not Death before us, but Life," she said in a low voice.
"It is God and Love, naught else," he answered. "But the river between will be bitter for you to cross, sweetheart."
"We cross it together," she said, "and so—" She raised her head that he might see her radiant smile, and their lips met.
"Hark!" she said directly with her hand on his. "What is that sound?"