About noon
She looked up . A little bird sang , head tilted towards the blue . She moved softly up the slope , her hair glistening in the early sun , her blue eyes dreaming ; and when she came to the sleeping man she bent beside him and held a cup of sweet water to his lips . About noon they spoke of hunger , timidly , lest either might think the other complained . Her head close against his , her warm arms tight around his neck , she told him of the boy soldier , the dreadful journey in the night , the terror , and the awakening . She told him of the birth of her love for him -- how death no longer was to be feared or sought . She told him there was nothing to alarm him , nothing to make them despair .