"Will she come here?"
"Not here, Storm. I may see her as she comes through Dreamland, but she will be asleep, carried by the Radiant Spirits. She will wake up in air which we could not breathe, light far too strong for us to bear, love which outshines the sun. When you go back, will you tell her?"
"I shan't remember. It all fades away when I wake down there—gone. I remembers nothing."
"When you wake, seize both your mother's hands, and by her power you will remember. Afterwards you will not be so lonely, because you will remember. You will remember me." Her face became of a sudden, wild, savage, ferocious. "When you meet other women there down on the earth, you must remember me."
"Dost remember me, Rain, when you awake, down there on the Earth?"
"When men make love to me then I remember you." Her face had softened now. "For you are mine, all mine, dear, and I am yours, forever and forever, Storm, forever. But if any man or any woman come between us two, then I shall kill."
"My mother says," he answered, "'thee shalt not kill.'"
"My mother says," she looked out steadfastly into Space, "that if a woman will not defend her honor, with her weapons defend her honor, with all that she is, all that she has defend her honor, then let her not think that she shall dare the Wolf Trail. She shall not climb the Wolf Trail which leads to the land of the Blessed Spirits, but drift with the poor ghosts who have lost their way in the Sandhills."
"We doesn't call it the Wolf Trail," answered Storm. "Our people always calls it the Milky Way."
There is no such thing as Time yonder in Dreamland. But down on earth the bright day waned in England.