Unorna was on the other side almost as soon.

With a tenderness of expression and touch which nothing can describe she moved the sleeping head into a comfortable position and smoothed the cushion, and drew up the furs disturbed by the nervous hands.

The Wanderer let her have her way.

When she had finished their eyes met.

He could not tell whether she was asking his approval and a word of encouragement, but he withheld neither.
"You are very gentle with him.