“Oh,” she answered, “will they? And is it a joy to see the dawn?”
“Did you never see a dawn, Eve?”
“Never. Have I missed much?”
“If you see one, Eve, you will know how much.”
“I would like to see a dawn,” she said. And then she was silent, and I thought her near to tears, and a great fear came upon me.
“Now, Adam,” she said, at last, “I must go. Good-night.”
Then she turned and listened. “They are coming for me now. Run, Adam.”
“Run!” I cried. “Run, when I stand upon my own? Why should I run? No, I will stay. And they shall do nothing to you against your will.”
I had forgotten that I was a fisherman, but Eve did not note it. “Run, Adam,” she cried, beseeching. “If you care for my peace, run.”
And so I ran, like any poacher. And that night, sitting staring into the shadows, I wondered.