They stood together on the same flat rock.

He bent to her, in his eyes the burning worship of beauty.
"Columbine!" he said.

"Witch! Enchantress! Queen!" The red blood raced into her face.

Her eyes shone into his with a sudden glory--the glory of the awaking soul.

But the woman-instinct in her checked the first quick impulse of surrender.
She made a little motion away from him.