you were there with me and should put your hand on my bridle as you did that night in the rain, and if you should lead me away off — even into the ‘Valley of the shadow of death’ into those deep shadows below us I would go and never say a word. All at once it seemed as if you were doing that, and I forgot Frale and kept on and on; and wherever it seemed like you were leading me, I went.

“It seemed like I was dreaming, or feeling like a hand was on my heart — a hand I could not see, pulling me and making me feel, ‘This way, this way, I must go this way.’ I never had been where my horse took me before. I didn’t think how I ever could get back again. I didn’t seem to see anything around me — only to go on — on — on, and at last it seemed I couldn’t