So we set out. For a time our paths led in the same direction and when we came to the edge of the moor Mary sent her whaup calls sailing through the morning air. We waited, but there was no reply; then we walked on together. She was very quiet, and anything I could find to say seemed strangely empty: but I slipped my arm through hers and she returned its pressure gently, so that I knew she could hear my heart speak. All too soon we came to the place where we must separate. "That," she said, "is where I found you," and she pointed to a green patch among the heather. "Come," I said, and we left the path for a moment and stood together there. In the hush of the morning, with no witness but the larks above us, I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. "Here," I said, "life and love came to me: and happiness beyond all telling,"--and I kissed her again. She nestled to me for a moment, then shyly drew herself away. "Has it meant a’ that to you?" she whispered. "Then what has it meant to me? It has brocht love into my life, beloved, and love is of God." I folded her in my arms again, and held her. A little tremor shook her as I bent and kissed her on the brow and eyes and lips. "Flower of the Heather, God keep you," I said. On my little finger was a silver ring. It bore the crest of my house. I drew it off, and taking Mary’s hand in mine I slipped it upon her finger and kissed it as it rested there. "For love’s sweet sake," I said. She gazed at her finger and then looked at me archly, her wonted playfulness awaking. "I wonder what faither will say? He’ll read me a sermon, nae doot, on setting my affections on the things o’ this world; but I winna care. A’ I want is to find him; and if he likes he can preach at me till the crack o’ doom." I smiled at her upturned face. "And when we find him, Mary, as find him we will, I will ask him to let me marry you." A light flashed in her eyes that all morning had been strained and sad. "Let’s find him quick," she said. "Noo we maun awa. That is your road, and this is mine. Good-bye, and God bless you," and she lifted her face to me. I would fain have prolonged the happy moment, but reason prompted me to be strong, so I bent and kissed her fondly, little dreaming of all the sorrow that the future held. At the end she showed herself to be more resolute than I was, for it was she who tore herself away. I watched as she sped lightly over the tussocks of heather like a young fawn, then I turned and took the path she had indicated to me, a path which I had blindly followed amidst storm and lightning once before. Ere I had gone far I turned to follow her with my eyes, and as I watched she turned to look for me. I waved my hand to her, and she waved back to me. The sunlight fell on that dear head of hers and, even across the distance, I could see the brown of her hair and the witching coil of gold set like an aureole above her forehead.