But Nunez’s manner of receiving the good news struck him as being cold and disappointing.
“ One might think,” he said, “from the tone you take that you did not care for my daughter.”
It was Medina-sarote who persuaded Nunez to face the blind surgeons.
“ You do not want me,” he said, “to lose my gift of sight?”
She shook her head.
“ My world is sight.”
Her head drooped lower.
“ There are the beautiful things, the beautiful little things—the flowers, the lichens amidst the rocks, the light and softness on a piece of fur, the far sky with its drifting dawn of clouds, the sunsets and the stars. And there is you . For you alone it is good to have sight, to see your sweet, serene face, your kindly lips, your dear, beautiful hands folded together. . . . . It is these eyes
