There was something gone from his face, she thought, since she had first seen him, and it was to bring that something back that she would give her life and her soul if she could.
Suddenly her lips moved and a sad melody trembled in the air.

Unorna sang, almost as though singing to herself.

The Wanderer's deep eyes met hers and he listened.
"When in life's heaviest hour Grief crowds upon the heart One wondrous prayer My memory repeats.
"The harmony of the living words Is full of strength to heal, There breathes in them a holy charm Past understanding.
"Then, as a burden from my soul, Doubt rolls away, And I believe--believe in tears, And all is light--so light!" She ceased, and his eyes were still upon her, calm, thoughtful, dispassionate.

The colour began to rise in her cheek.

She looked down and tapped upon the carved arm of the chair with an impatient gesture familiar to her.
"And what is that one prayer ?" asked the Wanderer.