Orpheus was—remains—weary of strangers. Tristan must laugh. XXX Tristan by now grew restless. Many places to hide. At the door, Tristan was just about to step outside, gazing out over the mountains. You ARE here. her? Nothing about Orpheus’ disposition changed, however. Right foot. Scurrying. Weak. The she-beasts make a clearing. I am not here to hunt. I KNOW it is YOU…I… her? Out flap her wings, together flying–spinning round and round, as she can not control her flight, refusing guidance. Tristan by now grew restless. Bellowing. They move closer to him, the women. Reason–the same woman he now pursues wrested his years ago. Nothing about Orpheus’ disposition changed, however. The winds were cold, and the snow was deep. Her left arm, her left human arm cups him closer on the shoulder, flapping down. Tristan felt proud to carry this on his own back, with his own arms and on his own back to Orpheus. More than the oranges, Orpheus eyed the sturdy pair of tall black
