He explained by
opening the door a bit and pantomiming to the gate outside the
cabin.
"The wolves will be gone in the morning," he said, a ring of
triumph in his voice. "I have opened the gate. There is nothing in
our way now."
She understood. Her eyes were a glory to look into then. Her
fingers unclenched at her breast, she gave a short, quick breath
and a little cry--and her arms almost reached out to him. He was
afraid of himself as he went to her and led her again to the door
of her room. And there for a moment they paused, and she looked up
into his face. Her hand crept from his and went softly to his
shoulder. She said something to him, almost in a whisper, and he
could no longer fight against the pride and the joy and the faith
he saw in her eyes. He bent down, slowly so that she might draw
away from him if she desired, and kissed her upturned lips. And
then, with a strange little cry that was like the soft note of a
bird, she turned from him and disappeared into the darkness of her
room.
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