circlet where my lips had rested. Somehow, a shaft of sunlight had penetrated the green roof above, and slanted across her hair, so that the lovely contour of her head was delicately edged with light.

“Nene-nea-wen-ne, Lois!” I whispered passionately.

“Nen-ya-wen-ne, O Loskiel! Teni-non-wes.”

We stood yet a while together there, and I saw her lift her eyes and gaze straight ahead of us beyond our picket line, and remain so, gazing as though her regard could penetrate those dim and silent forest aisles to the red altar far beyond in unseen Catharines-town.

“When must you go?” she asked under her breath.

“The army is making ready today.”