The stars are asking us out.
Quick! Into your saddle.

Now the spurs.

So! We are alone and free, with the winds around us, and all that we have been forgotten behind us." The eyes opened wide and stared up; without a stir in the great, gaunt body, he was dead.

Pierre reverently drew the eyes shut.

There were no tears in his eyes, but a feeling of hollowness about his heart.