Her black eyes stared antagonistic from her exquisite face, her arms clung tightly to her mother, afraid. He did not move for some time, not knowing what to say.

His face was smooth and soft-skinned with love, his eyes full of soft light. He looked at her, scarcely moving his head, his eyes smiling.

“Have you just wakened up?” he said.

“Go away,” she retorted, with a little darting forward of the head, something like a viper.

“Nay,” he answered, “I'm not going. You can go.”

“Go away,” came the sharp little command.

“There's room for you,” he said.