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She
turned
to
Galt
.
He
stood
beside
her
;
he
had
followed
her
,
he
had
known
that
this
salute
was
his
.
She
was
looking
at
the
inventor
of
the
motor
,
but
what
she
saw
was
the
easy
,
casual
figure
of
a
workman
in
his
natural
setting
and
function
—
she
noted
the
uncommon
lightness
of
his
posture
,
a
weightless
way
of
standing
that
showed
an
expert
control
of
the
use
of
his
body
—
a
tall
body
in
simple
garments
:
a
thin
shirt
,
light
slacks
,
a
belt
about
a
slender
waistline
—
and
loose
hair
made
to
glitter
like
metal
by
the
current
of
a
sluggish
wind
.
She
looked
at
him
as
she
had
looked
at
his
structure
.
Then
she
knew
that
the
first
two
sentences
they
had
said
to
each
other
still
hung
between
them
,
filling
the
silence
—
that
everything
said
since
,
had
been
said
over
the
sound
of
those
words
,
that
he
had
known
it
,
had
held
it
,
had
not
let
her
forget
it
.
She
was
suddenly
aware
that
they
were
alone
;
it
was
an
awareness
that
stressed
the
fact
,
permitting
no
further
implication
,
yet
holding
the
full
meaning
of
the
unnamed
in
that
special
stress
.
They
were
alone
in
a
silent
forest
,
at
the
foot
of
a
structure
that
looked
like
an
ancient
temple
—
and
she
knew
what
rite
was
the
proper
form
of
worship
to
be
offered
on
an
altar
of
that
kind
.
She
felt
a
sudden
pressure
at
the
base
of
her
throat
,
her
head
leaned
back
a
little
,
no
more
than
to
feel
the
faint
shift
of
a
current
against
her
hair
,
but
it
was
as
if
she
were
lying
back
in
space
,
against
the
wind
,
conscious
of
nothing
but
his
legs
and
the
shape
of
his
mouth
.
He
stood
watching
her
,
his
face
still
but
for
the
faint
movement
of
his
eyelids
drawing
narrow
as
if
against
too
strong
a
light
.
It
was
like
the
beat
of
three
instants
—
this
was
the
first
—
and
in
the
next
,
she
felt
a
stab
of
ferocious
triumph
at
the
knowledge
that
his
effort
and
his
struggle
were
harder
to
endure
than
hers
—
and
,
then
he
moved
his
eyes
and
raised
his
head
to
look
at
the
inscription
on
the
temple
.
She
let
him
look
at
it
for
a
moment
,
almost
as
an
act
of
condescending
mercy
to
an
adversary
struggling
to
refuel
his
strength
,
then
she
asked
,
with
a
note
of
imperious
pride
in
her
voice
,
pointing
at
the
inscription
,
"
What
’
s
that
?
"
"
It
’
s
the
oath
that
was
taken
by
every
person
in
this
valley
,
but
you
.
"
She
said
,
looking
at
the
words
,
"
This
has
always
been
my
own
rule
of
living
.
"
"
I
know
it
.
"
"
But
I
don
’
t
think
that
yours
is
the
way
to
practice
it
.
"
"
Then
you
’
ll
have
to
learn
which
one
of
us
is
wrong
.
"
She
walked
up
to
the
steel
door
of
the
structure
,
with
a
sudden
confidence
faintly
stressed
in
the
movements
of
her
body
,
a
mere
hint
of
stress
,
no
more
than
her
awareness
of
the
power
she
held
by
means
of
his
pain
—
and
she
tried
,
asking
no
permission
,
to
turn
the
knob
of
the
door
.
But
the
door
was
locked
,
and
she
felt
no
tremor
under
the
pressure
of
her
hand
,
as
if
the
lock
were
poured
and
sealed
to
the
stone
with
the
solid
steel
of
the
sheet
.
