But
he doesn't know his own power. At those times he might do anything."
She shivered a little and her lids drooped over the luster of her
dreaming eyes.
"And you want to tempt him out of this to a world where he would be a
wretched misfit," accused the older woman.
"Do I? No; I think I don't. I think I'd rather hold him in my mind as he
is here: a happy eremite; no, a restrained pagan. Oh, it's foolish to
seek definitions for him. He isn't definable. He's Ban...."
"And when you get back into the world, what will you do, I wonder?"
"I won't send for him, if that's what you mean."
"But what _will_ you do, I wonder?"
"I wonder," repeated Io somberly.
CHAPTER XIII
Silently they rode through the stir and thresh of the night, the two
women and the man. For guidance along the woods trail they must trust to
the finer sense of their horses whose heads they could not see in the
closed-in murk. A desultory spray fell upon them as the wind wrenched at
the boughs overhead, but the rain had ceased. Infinitely high,
infinitely potent sounded the imminent tumult of the invisible Powers of
the night, on whose sufferance they moved, tiny, obscure, and unharmed.
It filled all the distances.
Debouching upon the open desert, they found their range of vision
slightly expanded.
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