Her arms were reaching toward him, to meet him in the darkness.

He carried her through the shallow sea about his feet and laughed as he put her down on the edge of the platform at the door.

It was a low, joyous laugh.

The yellow light of the candle sputtered in their wet faces.

Only dimly could he see her, but her eyes were shining.
"Your nest, little Gray Goose," he cried gently.
Her hand reached up and touched his face.