“Aren’t you afraid of me?” asked the man.
“No,” said the young girl.
The head of the man fell into her lap. She bent forward and covered up the shivering body with the billowing, silver silk.
“Rest ...” said the man with a sigh.
She made no reply. She sat quite motionless.
“Will you awaken me,” asked the man—and his voice quavered with weariness—“as soon as the sun comes?”
“Yes,” said the young girl. “Keep quiet....”
He sighed deeply. Then he lay still.
It grew darker and darker.
In the far distance a voice was to be heard, calling a name, long drawn out, again and again.