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Now
in
the
night
he
lay
and
waited
for
the
girl
to
come
to
him
.
There
was
no
wind
now
and
the
pines
were
still
in
the
night
.
The
trunks
of
the
pines
projected
from
the
snow
that
covered
all
the
ground
,
and
he
lay
in
the
robe
feeling
the
suppleness
of
the
bed
under
him
that
he
had
made
,
his
legs
stretched
long
against
the
warmth
of
the
robe
,
the
air
sharp
and
cold
on
his
head
and
in
his
nostrils
as
he
breathed
.
Under
his
head
,
as
he
lay
on
his
side
,
was
the
bulge
of
the
trousers
and
the
coat
that
he
had
wrapped
around
his
shoes
to
make
a
pillow
and
against
his
side
was
the
cold
metal
of
the
big
automatic
pistol
he
had
taken
from
the
holster
when
he
undressed
and
fastened
by
its
lanyard
to
his
right
wrist
.
He
pushed
the
pistol
away
and
settled
deeper
into
the
robe
as
he
watched
,
across
the
snow
,
the
dark
break
in
the
rocks
that
was
the
entrance
to
the
cave
.
The
sky
was
clear
and
there
was
enough
light
reflected
from
the
snow
to
see
the
trunks
of
the
trees
and
the
bulk
of
the
rocks
where
the
cave
was
.
Earlier
in
the
evening
he
had
taken
the
ax
and
gone
outside
of
the
cave
and
walked
through
the
new
snow
to
the
edge
of
the
clearing
and
cut
down
a
small
spruce
tree
.
In
the
dark
he
had
dragged
it
,
butt
first
,
to
the
lee
of
the
rock
wall
.
There
close
to
the
rock
,
he
had
held
the
tree
upright
,
holding
the
trunk
firm
with
one
hand
,
and
,
holding
the
ax
-
haft
close
to
the
head
had
lopped
off
all
the
boughs
until
he
had
a
pile
of
them
.
Then
,
leaving
the
pile
of
boughs
,
he
had
laid
the
bare
pole
of
the
trunk
down
in
the
snow
and
gone
into
the
cave
to
get
a
slab
of
wood
he
had
seen
against
the
wall
.
With
this
slab
he
scraped
the
ground
clear
of
the
snow
along
the
rock
wall
and
then
picked
up
his
boughs
and
shaking
them
clean
of
snow
laid
them
in
rows
,
like
overlapping
plumes
,
until
he
had
a
bed
.
He
put
the
pole
across
the
foot
of
the
bough
bed
to
hold
the
branches
in
place
and
pegged
it
firm
with
two
pointed
pieces
of
wood
he
split
from
the
edge
of
the
slab
.
Then
he
carried
the
slab
and
the
ax
back
into
the
cave
,
ducking
under
the
blanket
as
he
came
in
,
and
leaned
them
both
against
the
wall
.
"
What
do
you
do
outside
?
"
Pilar
had
asked
.
"
I
made
a
bed
.
"
"
Don
’
t
cut
pieces
from
my
new
shelf
for
thy
bed
.
"
"
I
am
sorry
.
"
"
It
has
no
importance
,
"
she
said
.
"
There
are
more
slabs
at
the
sawmill
.
What
sort
of
bed
hast
thou
made
?
"
"
As
in
my
country
.
"
