Say which you would prefer." "Then stay," said the Wanderer simply.
She bowed her head slightly and was silent again.

A distant clock chimed the hour.

The morning was slowly drawing near.
"And you," said Unorna, looking up at the sound.

"Will you not rest?
Why should you not sleep ?" "I am not tired." "You do not trust me, I think," she answered sadly.

"And yet you might--you might." Her voice died away dreamily.
"Trust you to watch that poor man?
Indeed I do.