“You’re plucky, little Tina, you always were. But he left you. I wouldn’t have left you. I won’t leave you. We’ll be married at the chapel of the Three Holy Springs, a mile below the Weisse Knott; we’ll fly through the air to it, Tina, and our bed will be at the foot of the Madatseh Glacier. We will go over together near where the man threw his wife down. They have marked the spot with a marble slab, but they will put a bigger one for us, Tina, for there’s two of us.”