The man waited.

On came the figure and as it drew closer he could see that it was a very tall, extremely slender woman, wrapped in soft robes of white.

She stepped along the slender line of the gold bridge with grace unequalled.
From the water arose a shining mist, and behind the advancing figure a wall of light outlined and rimmed her in a setting of gold.

As she neared the shore the Harvester's blood began to race in his veins and his lips parted in wonder.

First she was like a slender birch trunk, then she resembled a wild lily, and soon she was close enough to prove that she was young and very lovely.