The argument on his lips was that of the day of skins and stone.
She who stood at his side, this prisoner of his prowess, taken by his ruthless disregard of wish or rights of others, stood even with his shoulder, tall, deep-bosomed, comely, as fair and fit and womanly a woman as man's need has asked in any age of the world.
In the evening light the tears which had wet her eyes were less visible.

She might indeed have been fit queen for a spot like this, mate for a man like this.
And now the chill of autumn lay in the twilight.

Night was coming--the time when all creatures, save ravening night feeders, feel apprehension, crave shelter, search out a haven for repose.
This woman was alone and weary, much in need of some place to rest her head.

Every fiber in her heart craved shelter, comfort, security, protection.
Dunwody turned, offered her a hand, and led her to the wide double doors..