She was sleeping soundly like a child who
has been playing all day, and whose sleep has come to him unsought
and happily. Her hands were laid together by her side; her cheek was
as fair and clear as it was wont to be at her best; her face looked
calm and happy, and a lock of her dark-red hair strayed from her
uncovered head over her breast and lay across her wrists, so
peacefully she slept.
Face-of-god turned his eyes from her at once, and went by swiftly,
and came to his own company. The Sun-beam saw him coming, and rose
straightway to her feet from beside Bow-may, who lay fast asleep, and
she held out her hands to him; and he took them and kissed them, and
he cast his arms about her and kissed her mouth and her face, and she
his in likewise; and she said:
'O Gold-mane, if this were but the morrow of to-morrow! Yet shall
all be well; shall it not?'
Her voice was low, but it waked Bow-may, who sat up at once broad
awake, after the manner of a hunter of the waste ever ready for the
next thing to betide, and moreover the Sun-beam had been in her
thoughts these two days, and she feared for her, lest she should be
slain or maimed.
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