He opened his eyes wide--and whined.
A laugh of joy--new and strange even to herself--came into the woman's voice, and she ran to the crib and returned with the baby in her arms.
She knelt down beside him again, and the baby, at sight of this strange plaything on the floor, thrust out its little arms, and kicked its tiny moccasined feet, and cooed and laughed and squirmed until Miki strained at his thongs to get a little nearer that he might touch this wonderful creature with his nose.

He forgot his pain.

He no longer sensed the agony of his bruised and beaten jaws.

He did not feel the numbness of his tightly bound and frozen legs.

Every instinct in him was centred in these two.
And the woman, now, was beautiful.