And then he looked down.
"You want to go--now," she whispered.

"I knew that you would." "Yes, I want to go," he replied, and his two hands took hers, and held them close to his breast, so that she felt the excited throbbing of his heart.

"I want to go--wherever you go.

Perhaps in those years of centuries ago there lived women like you to fight and die for.

I no longer wonder at men fighting for them as they have sung their stories in books.