human
Always, from a little child, I have sat and played on this rock, with the Watcher looking, like that, she said in a low voice.
gpt
I have grown to love him, Jeems. And I have always believed that he was gazing off there, night and day, into the east, watching for something that was coming to me. Now I know. It was you, Jeems. And, Jeems, when I was away--down there in the big city--
human
It was the Watcher that made me want to come home most of all, she went on, a bit of tremble in her voice.
gpt
Oh, I grew lonely for him, and I could see him in my dreams at night, watching, watching, watching, and sometimes even calling me. Jeems, do you see that hump on his left shoulder, like a great epaulet?
human
Yes, I see,
gpt
Beyond that, on a straight line from here--hundreds of miles away--are Dawson City, the Yukon, the big gold country, men, women, civilization. Father Malcolm and father Donald have never found but one trail to this side of the mountains, and I have been over it three times--to Dawson. But the Watcher's back is on those things. Sometimes I imagine it was he who built those great ramparts through which few men come. He wants this valley alone. And so do I. Alone--with you, and with my people.
human
When you are stronger, he whispered,
gpt
Please go on, Jeems.
human
And you will be--my wife.
gpt
Yes, yes, Jeems--forever and ever. But, Jeems --her arms crept up about his neck--
human
Yes--?
gpt
And in that month there come through the mountains, each year, a man and a woman to visit us--mother Anne's father and mother. And mother Anne's father--
human
Yes--?
gpt
Is a missioner, Jeems.