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In
the
centre
of
the
ridge
before
him
appeared
a
gap
like
the
opening
of
a
valley
.
But
as
he
walked
towards
it
,
gazing
,
and
wondering
whether
that
could
be
the
way
he
had
to
take
,
he
saw
that
what
had
appeared
a
gap
was
the
form
of
a
woman
seated
against
the
ice
front
of
the
ridge
,
leaning
forwards
with
her
hands
in
her
lap
,
and
her
hair
hanging
down
to
the
ground
.
“
It
is
North
Wind
on
her
doorstep
,
”
said
Diamond
joyfully
,
and
hurried
on
.
He
soon
came
up
to
the
place
,
and
there
the
form
sat
,
like
one
of
the
great
figures
at
the
door
of
an
Egyptian
temple
,
motionless
,
with
drooping
arms
and
head
.
Then
Diamond
grew
frightened
,
because
she
did
not
move
nor
speak
.
He
was
sure
it
was
North
Wind
,
but
he
thought
she
must
be
dead
at
last
.
Her
face
was
white
as
the
snow
,
her
eyes
were
blue
as
the
air
in
the
ice
-
cave
,
and
her
hair
hung
down
straight
,
like
icicles
.
She
had
on
a
greenish
robe
,
like
the
colour
in
the
hollows
of
a
glacier
seen
from
far
off
.
He
stood
up
before
her
,
and
gazed
fearfully
into
her
face
for
a
few
minutes
before
he
ventured
to
speak
.
At
length
,
with
a
great
effort
and
a
trembling
voice
,
he
faltered
out
—
“
North
Wind
!
”
“
Well
,
child
?
”
said
the
form
,
without
lifting
its
head
.
“
Are
you
ill
,
dear
North
Wind
?
”
“
No
.
I
am
waiting
.
”
“
What
for
?
”
“
Till
I
’
m
wanted
.
”
