They threaded their way along the narrow path and the shadows seemed to close in behind them.

Before they reached the end which would have led them out into the open he put his hand on her shoulder and held her back.
"In this Wood--even now--there is Something which must be saved from suffering.

It is helpless--it is blameless.

It is not you--it is not Donal.

God help it." He spoke steadily but strangely and his voice was so low that it was almost a whisper--though it was not one.