She ran on and on, not knowing Avhither; only knoAving
that she ran from the man who had tempted her by the
strength of the rod of wealth.
The rains were ceaseless, the skies had no stars, in the
dense mist no lights, far or near, of city or planets, of
palace or house, were seen. She did not know where she
went; she only ran on aAvay and away, anywhere, from the
Red Mouse and its master.
When the daybreak grew grey in the heavens, she paused,
and trembling crept into a cattle shed to rest and take
breath a little. She shrank from every habitation, she
qwivered at every human voice; she was afraid—horribly
afraid—in those clinging vapours, those damp deathly
smeUs, those ghostly shadows of the dawn, those indistinct
and unfamiliar creatures of a country strange to her.
That old man Avith the elf's eyes, who had tempted her,
was he a god too, she wondered, since he had the rod that
metes power and wealth ? He might stretch his hand any¬
where, she supposed, and take her.
The gentle cattle in their wooden home made way for
her, and humbly Avelcomed her. She hid herself amongst
their beds of hay, and in the warmth of their breath and
their bodies. She was wet and wretched, like any half
drowned dog; but the habits of her hardy life made cold
and hunger and exposure almost powerless to harm her.
She slept from sheer exhaustion of mind and body. The
cattle could have trodden her to death, or tossed her through
the open spaces of their byres, but they seemed to know,
they seemed to pity; and they stirred so that they did not
brush a limb of her, nor shorten a moment of her slumbers.
When she awoke the sun was high.
A herdswoman, entering with the loud harsh clash of
brazen pails, kicked her in the loins, and rated her furiously
for daring to rest there. She arose at the kick, and went-
out from the place passively, not well knowing what she
The morning was warm and radiant; the earth and the
trees were dripping with the rains of the night; the air was
fall of sweet odours, and of a delicious coldness. As far as
she saAV there was no token far or near of the gleaming
cloud of the city "f her dreams. She ventured to ask at a
wayside cabin if '?he were near or far to Paris?