The Harvester bent to offer them.
"Have some Grass of Parnassus, my dear," he said.
The Girl waved them away.

"Go stand over there by the door and slowly turn around.

I want to see you." The Harvester obeyed.

He was freshly and carefully shaven.

His hair was closely cropped at the base of the head, long, heavy, and slightly waving on top.