Frank Owen, The Scarlet Hill — Prologue (1941)
“ The wind had risen, flaying the trees with the force of bamboo whips. The moon was racing the storm. In the garden, there was a restless murmuring, accentuated by the mournful wail of an ash tree. "It is the night that earth and sky were wed," he murmured. "Even nature is in an amorous mood. Great trees are caught in the mad wind's embrace. Perhaps tonight my son will be conceived; perhaps in the garden, the soil will be fruitful." If he had the courage, he would carry Yuhan out into the garden, that he might possess her as the storm broke in all its fury. ”
