Their gaze met; then he stepped closer.
She raised both arms, crossing them to cover her eyes; his arms circled her, lifted her from the saddle, holding her a moment above the earth, free, glorious, superb in her vivid beauty; then he swung her to the ground, holding her embraced; and as she abandoned to him, one by one, her hands and mouth and throat, her gaze never left him—clear, unfaltering eyes of a child innocent enough to look on passion unafraid—fearless, confident eyes, wondering, worshipping in unison with the deepening adoration in his.
"I love you so," she said, "I love you so for making me what I am. I can be all that you could wish for if you only say it—"
She smiled, unconvinced at his tender protest, wise, sweet eyes on his.
"What a boy you are, sometimes!—as though I did not know myself! Dear, it is for you to say what I shall be. I am capable of being what you think I am. Don't you know it, Garry? It is only—"
She felt a cool, thin pressure on her finger, and glanced down at the ring sparkling white fire. She lifted her hand, doubling it; looked at the gem for a moment, laid it against her mouth. Then, with dimmed eyes:
"Your love, your name, your ring for this nameless girl? And I—what can I give for a bridal gift?"
"What sweet nonsense—"
"What can I give, Garry? Don't laugh—"
"Calypso, dear—"
"Yes—Calypso's offer!—immortal love—endless, deathless. It is all I have to give you, Garry.... Will you take it?… Take it, then."
And, locked in his embrace, she lifted her lips to his.
THE END