Then all at
once she burst into tears, and hid her face against its long and
beautiful neck.
Together they rode across the wide and wild moors, past stark mountain
ridges, and lochs many thousand feet deep. All beneath a warming sun
and mild, caressing wind. They spoke quietly or not at all, taking in
the broad magnificence around them, each thinking their own thoughts,
alone, and yet in the deepest sense, together.
At least that is how the girl perceived their long ride through
Nature. For her it was poetry and roses, a spiritual as well as
physical reunion with the brother she had never known, and who so
obviously needed her love and softening influence. And to one so
young, knowing so little of men, it was easy to imagine that a sort of
romantic friendship was also possible, had in fact already been
established, and that all of this was understood between them.
Having been so long without the company of men, and in her life being
close to only one---a man of exceptional virtue and character---she
could not help but think the best of her new-found brother, and to
believe, with her heart rather than her mind, that whatever injustices
he may have committed, were over and in the past.
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