“Martin, we have fooled them.”
She came out to him like a child, dim, dripping, exultant. Her hands held his without shame.
“Mellis.”
He threw the wet cloak over her, but she cast it off.
“Not that clammy thing. The night is warm, and I am all aglow.”
She put up her hands, and in a second her hair came clouding down.
“What now? Dear man, they will be mad. You must get your harness and stand ready.”
Martin was moving away when new sounds came out of the darkness of the night. A horn blared in the woods; a man screamed in agony; there was the noise of men running, and shouting as they ran.
Martin turned and looked across the water.
“Listen!”