The Keeper of the Bridge, Chapter 6

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌⁠Now they were married and moved into their house, a cool bungalow on the green hills. Love and passion abode with them, silent and strong and clean as the winds on the great bridge below. Above them of nights was the immense mosaic of the stars—the stars of the North, and the stars Northerners knew not; the Southern Cross, the false cross and the True, and an infinity of little worlds to southward