Do you not see that ?" Unorna stared at him with an odd expression for a moment.
"Yes--I am fond of you!" she exclaimed, almost harshly.

Then she laughed.

He seemed not to notice her tone.
"I never knew what friendship was before," he went on.

"Of course, as I said, I had friends when I was little more than a boy, boys and young men like myself, and our friendship came to this, that we laughed, and feasted and hunted together, and sometimes even quarrelled, and caring little, thought even less.

But in those days there seemed to be nothing between that and love, and love I never understood, that I can remember.
But friendship like ours, Unorna, was never dreamed of among us.