He slipped into his own bunk and lay a moment watching the heavy drift of shadows across the ceiling.

He strove to think, but the waves of light and dark blotted from his mind all except the feeling of her nearness, that indefinable power keen as the fragrance of a garden, which had never quite become disentangled from his spirit.

She was there, so close.

If he called, she would answer; if she answered------ He turned to the wall, shut his eyes, and closed his mind with a Spartan effort.

His breathing came heavily, regularly, like one who slept or one who is running.