You'd be safer going the other way." "But I like the furze bushes and the nightingale," she said regretfully, "and the exquisite wildness of it.

It is not nearly so nice the other way." He laughed.

"No, but it's safer.

Come this way as much as you like in the morning, but go the other way at night!" He turned with the words, and began to lead her down the path.

She went with him as one who responds instinctively to a power unquestioned.