Bles smiled.
‚ÄúNo‚ÅÝ‚Äînot better than she knows, but just as good.‚Äù
She trembled happily.
‚ÄúI‚Äôm‚ÅÝ‚Äîpure,‚Äù she said, with a strange little breaking voice and gesture. A sob struggled in his throat.
“Of course you are,” he whispered tenderly, hiding her little hands in his.
‚ÄúI‚ÅÝ‚ÄîI was so afraid‚ÅÝ‚Äîsometimes‚ÅÝ‚Äîthat I wasn‚Äôt,‚Äù she whispered, lifting up to him her eyes streaming with tears. Silently he kissed her lips.
From that day on they walked together in a new world. No revealing word was spoken; no vows were given, none asked for; but a new bond held them. She grew older, quieter, taller, he humbler, more tender and reverent, as they toiled together.
So the days passed. The sun burned in the heavens; but the silvered glory of the moon grew fainter and fainter and each night it rose later than the night before. Then one day Zora whispered:
“Tonight!”
Bles came to the cabin, and he and Zora and Elspeth sat silently around the fireplace with its meagre embers. The night was balmy and still; only occasionally a wandering breeze searching the hidden places of the swamp, or the call and song of night birds, jarred the stillness. Long they sat, until the silence crept into Bles’s flesh, and stretching out his hand, he touched Zora’s, clasping it.
After a time the old woman rose and hobbled to a big black chest. Out of it she brought an old bag of cotton seed‚ÅÝ‚Äînot the white-green seed