Her frame was long and slender, a thick coil of dark hair; bound her head.

A second more and the Harvester bent and softly patted Belshazzar's head.
The beast broke point and looked up.

The man caught the dog's chin in a caressing grip, again touched his head, moved soundless lips, and waved toward the prostrate figure.

The dog hesitated.

The Harvester made the same motions.