The few misgivings that remained to him about his marriage fell away in that hedge-scented darkness⁠—a darkness that seemed to separate the earth from the sky with the formless presence of some tremendous but friendly deity, under whose protection he bore those two along. And as he felt Gerda press his arm softly and lightly against her young body, the sensation came over him that he had only to walk on and on⁠ ⁠… on and on⁠ ⁠… just like this⁠ ⁠… in order to bring that secret “mythology” of his into relation with the whole world.