   The next day, Zecora continued her journey back to her hut. Her feelings from the last night were still confusing to her; when she and Macintosh had stood together on that porch and then looked into each other's eyes, it had been as though the night sky and its shimmering stars had ceased to exist.  All she could see at that moment was the depth of Macintosh's green eyes as she looked up at him and all she could feel was the 'pleasant fear'.