“There,” she said, pointing to the broad expanse between the northern windows, “hang it there.”
“Done,” said Kenset, and went promptly for a hammer.
When the huge thick mat was securely stretched in place, Tharon helping to hold it while he pounded in the broad-topped tacks, Kenset stepped back and wondered how he had ever for a moment considered hanging it in any other spot. The tempered light from the door came in upon it, bringing out each enchanted charm, each tender vista.
“Wonderful!” he said to himself, “I never knew how lovely it was amid conventional surroundings!”
“Huh?” asked Tharon.
The man laughed in spite of himself and turned his eyes to hers, to lose his quick amusement in the earnest blue depths that seemed to question him at every angle.
“I mean that it looks better here in my cabin than it ever did on city walls.”
“Well––I don’t know. Contrast, perhaps.”
Tharon stood a moment thinking.