'But if you don't mind darling.
I'd better just see if anything has started the beasts.' Lady Bridget watched him disappear round the knoll.

The curlews went on wailing, and as if in answer a night owl sent forth his portentous HOOT--HOOT!...

Apparently nothing was much amiss with the horses; they had quieted down again.

Lady Bridget picked up the strip of bark and carried it in her arms into the tent, laughing to herself as she did so.
'Only a sheet of bark! What a fool I am--But it's quite appropriate, anyway.' She put it beside her dressing-bag, and then went out once more into the night.

Through the interlacing gum branches she saw a great coppery disk, and the moon rose slowly to be a lamp in her bridal chamber.