Without a word from him--without a cry from her--he pinioned her in a chair.

With one hand he felt up her sleeve, and there, where the Dream-Woman had hidden the knife, his wife had hidden it--the knife with the buckhorn handle, that looked like new.
In the despair of that fearful moment his brain was steady, his heart was calm.

He looked at her fixedly with the knife in his hand, and said these last words: "You told me we should see each other no more, and you have come back.
It is my turn now to go, and to go forever.

I say that we shall see each other no more, and my word shall not be broken." He left her, and set forth into the night.

There was a bleak wind abroad, and the smell of recent rain was in the air.