“Yes,” she said, “and we will pray to Kuannon for those less fortunate than we.”
Kneeling there in the silver light, they wrote on fragments of paper their simple prayers. Did the Heavenly Lady, when trailing her robes of mercy through the Path of Prayer, read also the petitions of the lovers?
They left the Path of Prayer and climbed to the summit of the hill. Softly they turned their feet towards the mission-house.
“We have said our prayers to Kuannon—now we will turn to the God of our fathers,” he whispered.
They paused a moment on the missionary’s doorstep. She raised her face to his.
“The Reverend Blount may refuse,” she said.
“He will not,” he assured her, “since he has promised me. Come!”
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