doorway looking after her shadow as it passed small and
dark across the scarlet light of the poppies^
" They call him vile, and they say that he slew men,"
thought the child, who had long known his face, though he
never had noted hers; and it seemed to her that all mercy
lay in her father's kingdom—which they called the kingdom
of evil. The cool moist herbs slaked the heat of her
bruises; and the draught of milk had slaked the thirst of
"Is evil good?" she asked in her heart as she went
through the tall red poppies.
And from that evening thenceforward Folle-Farine and
Marcellin cleaved to one another, being outcasts from aU
As the religious gathering broke up and spht in divers
streams to divers Avays, the little town returned to its
accustomed stillness—a stillness that seemed to have in it
the calm of a thousand sleeping years, and the legends and
the dreams of half a score of old dead centuries.
On market-days and saint-days, days of high feast or of
perpetual chaffering, the town Avas full of colour, movement,
noise, and population.
The country people crowded in, filling it with the jingling
of mule-bells ; the fisher people came, bringing in Avith
them the crisp salt smell of the sea and the blue of the sea
on their garments ; its OAvn tanners and ivory carvers, and
fruiterers, and lacemakers turned out by the hundred in all
the quaint variety of costumes which their forefathers had
bequeathed to them, and to which they were still wise
enough to adhere. But at other times Avhcn the fishers
were in their hamlets, and the peasantry on their lands and
in their orchards, and the townsfolk at their labours in the
old renaissance mansions wliich they had turned into tan¬
neries, and granaries, and wool-sheds, and workshops, the