The naked hunger and inevitability of his loving her, something strong and blind and ruthless in its primitiveness, made the hour almost terrible to her.

She knew how stark and alone he was, and she felt it was great that he came to her; and she took him simply because his need was bigger either than her or him, and her soul was still within her.

She did this for him in his need, even if he left her, for she loved him.
All the while the peewits were screaming in the field.

When he came to, he wondered what was near his eyes, curving and strong with life in the dark, and what voice it was speaking.

Then he realised it was the grass, and the peewit was calling.