Her hands fell to her side, and her head went up as she listened
intently. So he was coming, after all. In that undisturbed space and
clear dry air, sound travelled quickly, and she could hear the
approaching hoof-beats while he was still some way off. With the
knowledge of his approach the blood flowed again warmly in her veins
and courage and decision came back to her. Her senses, unnaturally
acute, told her that Vardri had now dismounted and was leading his
horse. She could distinguish his footsteps, and then the monotonous
regular footfalls of his mount. She ran out into the patch of
moonlight, casting a hurried backward glance at the side of the hut.
Thank God! the window was on the other side!
Vardri was coming slowly towards her, his horse's bridle over his arm.
Before she covered the distance between them she made a gesture that
enjoined silence and stopped his greeting. "Don't bring your horse
in," she whispered. "Tie him up out of the way over there, a good way
off the hut. I'll explain presently."
In another moment Vardri was beside her in the hut and had her in his
arms.
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