Through tree-tops the sky glittered—one vast sheet of stars; and in the forest was a pale lustre born of this celestial splendour—a pallid dimness like that unreal day which reigns in the regions of the dead.
"We might meet the shade of Helen here," said the girl, "or of Eurydice. This is a realm of spirits. … We may be one with them very soon—you and I. Do you suppose we shall wander here among these trees as long as time lasts?"
"It's all right if we're together, Yellow-hair."
There was no accent from his fingers clasped in hers; none in hers either.
"I hope we'll be together, then," she said.
"Will you search for me, Yellow-hair?"
"Yes. Will you, Kay?"
"Always."
"And I—always—until I find you or you find me." … Presently she laughed gaily under her breath: "A solemn bargain, isn't it?"
"More solemn than marriage."