She closed her eyes for a short time and a sunny smile hovered around her lips.
She lay in this attitude so long that Nun feared death had claimed her and, holding the medicine in his hand, listened to hear her breathing.
Kasana did not seem to notice it; but when she finally opened her eyes, she held out her hand for the cordial, drank it, and then began again: "It seemed just as if I had seen him, Hosea.

He wore the panoply of war just as he did the first time he took me into his arms.

I was a little thing and felt afraid of him, he looked so grave, and my nurse had told me that he had slain a great many of our foes.

Yet I was glad when he came and grieved when he went away.

So the years passed, and love grew with my growth.