Out of the depths, on the windless air, arose only the murmur of bees and of running water. “Chris!” she called yet a third time, and sank slowly down in the dust of the road. She felt the touch of Dolly’s muzzle on her arm, and she leaned her head against the mare’s neck and waited. She knew not why she waited, nor for what, only there seemed nothing else but waiting left for her to do.