"No—let me," she said, as he would have arisen. "I want to.... It will make me happier." He sank back and closed his eyes. The figure of her brother fled from his mind, as the cool cloth laved his forehead. Bamban had kept his clothing in order. He had never come to the court at evening other than as a man who comes to see a maiden. Her will now was to serve him. There was a magic in the ministry that sent him to the borderlands again.... Then she brought food, and would not let him help himself. "I shall be with you to-night.... When you sleep I shall be here. When you wake you shall find me here.... You must rest ... and every little while you must have food. You have not taken care of yourself since you left me—" The splendour had to do with the spontaneity of it all. Her every movement was an improvisation. He heard her words separately and as a whole. He weighed and looked at them—as at coloured lights, studying the background and distances between them, in that strange altering of time that one who touches the dream-border knows. Then more words came: "I shall always serve you now. My will is not broken. It is blent with yours. I am proud and glad—for yours was greater than mine. It should be so. But I should have seen it before—" He was wondering what he would say; at times afraid lest it break some words of hers; at times unable to think of words. "Don’t try to speak," she whispered. The old wonder of her understanding recurred to him. It would always be so.... Two or three times the thought came, almost the words, to ask her not to lose her rest; that he would do very well now—replenished as he was, and absolutely comfortable. She left him presently to bring another sup of the hot liquid hastily prepared; and then it was as if he had spoken, though he could not remember. Her answer remained in mind: "You would not deny me the joy of helping you back to strength—you who have given me so much—" ... Once he opened his eyes and knew by the candle that he had slept. "I think I must have been looking at you and woke you up," she whispered. "I won’t look at you that way again. Wait—" She brought something different, hot and in a cup. ... Then long after he heard her say "Yes?" questioningly, and opened his eyes. Her head bent toward him. "Were you dreaming?" she asked.... "I answered because you said, ’Anna Erivan, Anna Erivan.’" Another candle was upon the table.... Again, much time elapsed, when he started up hearing the hyenas, but her face was calm and untroubled. "I must have been dreaming," he said. "Your dreams should be peaceful. All is well. You must rest, rest."