Ah, he knew that it was she, though he could not see her face! Nearer and nearer.

Now they looked into each other's eyes.
She saw him stop his camel and make it kneel for the dismounting.

She stopped her horse also, and slid to the ground, and stood waiting, one hand upon the horse's neck.

He hastened forward, then stood still, a few feet away, his eyes on hers, his helmet off, his brown hair, brown as when she first saw it--peril and hardship had not thinned or greyed it.
For a moment they stood so, for a moment of revealing and understanding, but speechless; and then, suddenly, and with a smile infinitely touching, she said, as he had heard her say in the monastery--the very words: "Speak--speak to me!" He took her hand in his.

"There is no need--I have said all," he answered, happiness and trouble at once in his eyes.