SON OF THE WIND
takes eight hours. I had to find a shorter way, and one day I tried the Sphinx's window."
"One day?"
"Well, yes—and afterward one night."
"You told me you never had been out so far in the middle of the night."
She smiled faintly. "I didn't say quite that; and if I did give you that impression it was just as well. I didn't know you then. It wouldn't have been good to tell you my ways. This country is my garden. Sometimes, at full moon when I can't sleep, I am all about it. One of those times I went farther than I ever had before and saw what I showed you tonight."
"Have you never shown it to any one else?" he asked.
Her eyelids fluttered. "No—never. I didn't mean to show it to you; but you are just myself. I had to show you my possession."
"Your possession?" The way she used that word was strange.
"Yes, he is mine. He's mine the way my thoughts are. He is the only thing I have ever known that couldn't be tied and held by the common things in the world. When he moves he doesn't seem to touch earth."
Carron looked at her dully.
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