The thing had passed beyond his control.

It had not happened by his will.

She was Tyson's wife.

Yes; and this was the third time he had been thrust into Tyson's place.

Why was he always to be with or near this woman in these moments, in the throes of her mortal agony, in the divine passion of her motherhood, and now--?
Did she know?
Did she know?
She stopped crying suddenly, like a startled child.