After a speechless mile, Warren at last stopped, turned, and embraced his wife as entirely and snuggly as a wet robe. He kissed her neck, her ear, her mouth and said with a tear-brightened gaze: “Never, never again. I can’t believe I put you in a sack with a dragon! When I saw all that blood, I wished it was mine. It felt like mine! I thought I was dead, and then you climbed out, and…” He repeated his kisses and she returned them. Had they been home, and not posted in the road, she might’ve invited him to greater expressions of his love and relief.
