Afterward we two will talk together, and I shall teach thee loyalty. Go now, bring thy man to the council hall. I shall await thee. Stay, I shall come with thee, for the woods are dark, and a storm threatens.”

“I go alone, Milo. He will fly from thee. Have no fear for me; the woods are safe, and the storm is in thy great head only.”

The girl turned, kissed her hand airily, and ran into the gloom of the forest. And as she went she laughed again harshly and muttered: “The great clod! His worship overtops his love. But I shall make love overtop worship yet, my giant! Such a man — a slave? Not for a thousand Doloreses! Wait, Milo; wait, my mistress!”

The evening breeze had strengthened as darkness fell, and its breath was