The breeze had stolen a strand or so of her hair too, and strained its red-tipped brown across her cheek.

Her eyes were open blue, and her lips rested always in the promise of a smile as she reached among the branches.
She turned upon him with a start, saw him, and for a space they regarded one another.

For her, the sight of him was so amazing, so incredible, as to be, for some moments at least, terrible.

He came to her with the shock of a supernatural apparition; he broke all the established law of her world.

He was a youth of one-and-twenty then, slenderly built, with his father's darkness and his father's gravity.