There is no need for you to stand with that air of finality.

I am not going, yet.

I went back to your camp last night within a short time after I left you and found the camp broken and your fire lonely.

I wanted to offer you my horse." "We did not walk all night.

We camped a little farther on, and moved at daybreak this morning," she explained.
He cast a reflective look at the sun and considered how much time Julian of Ephesus had lost for him upon the road, or else how long he had slept, that this pair, who had camped all night and had journeyed afoot by day, had caught up with him.
"Still it was a cruel journey--for those little feet," he said.
She glanced involuntarily at her sandals, worn and dusty.
"Yes," he said compassionately, following her eyes.