"What shall we do if he comes up here?" I gasp, in sudden terror at the
lonesomeness of our situation.


"Oh, he wouldn't dare," answers Robert -- "not by daylight, you know."...



[Only yesterday, near the village of Takata, I noticed a flower which the
Japanese call by nearly the same name as we do: Himawari, "The
Sunward-turning;" -- and over the space of forty years there thrilled back
to me the voice of that wandering harper,--

As the Sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look that she turned when he rose.

Again I saw the sun-flecked shadows on that far Welsh hill; and Robert for
a moment again stood beside me, with his girl's face and his curls of gold.
We were looking for fairy-rings... But all that existed of the real Robert
must long ago have suffered a sea-change into something rich and strange...
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his
friend...]




HORAI