It matters not what comes to Tekewani; he is as the leaf that falls from the stem; but for Summer Song that has far to go, it is the madness from beyond the Hills of Life." She took his hand.

"I will not do it again, Tekewani." "How!" he said, with hand upraised, as one who greets the great in this world.
"I don't know why I did it," she added meaningly.

"It was selfish.

I feel that now." The woman in black pressed her hand timidly.
"It is so for ever with the great," Tekewani answered.

"It comes, also, from beyond the Hills--the will to do it.