I am going to guard this woman myself, and please, kind fates, send a ferocious cow this way, in order that I may prove my valour." The Girl's face flushed slightly, and she could not restrain a laugh.
That was all the Harvester hoped for and more.

He went beyond the edge of the rug and sat on the leaves under a tree.

She bent over her work and only bird and insect notes and occasionally Belshazzar's excited bark broke the silence.

The Harvester stretched on the ground, his eyes feasting on the Girl.

Intensely he watched every movement.