It comforted the man to know that Peter remembered, and he was not alone in his desolation.

Gently he placed a soot-grimed hand on his comrade's head.
"Peter, it was from this rock--right where we're standing now--that I first saw her, a long time ago," he said, a bit of forced cheer breaking through the huskiness of his voice.

"Remember the little jackpine clump down there?
You climbed up onto her lap, a little know-nothing thing, and you pawed in her loose curls, and growled so fiercely I could hear you.

And when I made a noise, and she looked up, I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen--just a kid, with those eyes like the flowers, and her hair shining in the sun, an' tear stains on her cheeks.

Tear stains, Pied-Bot--because of that snake who's dead over there.