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It must be so, for the war-galleys always carry a money-chest when they sail to the northern colonies." "A treasure," said Nanna, slowly. "Who would know of it here in Doom? Dom Gillian himself or perhaps " "Master Quinton Edge," supplied Esmay, and thereupon silence fell between them. The minutes passed away.
But where was the child? Nanna stood stock-still, gazing stupidly around the empty room. "Esmay," she murmured, in a half-whisper, and passed out into the corridor. She went straight to the door leading to Quinton Edge's apartments. A tiny hair-pin of tortoise-shell lay on the floor. Nanna picked it up with a sob and regarded it fixedly. She knocked twice upon the door, but there was no response.
"His will against mine at every turn; a rock upon which I beat with naked hands." "He is a strong man," answered Esmay, thoughtfully, "but I think I know where his power lies. It is simply that neither his friends nor his enemies are aware of how they stand with him." But Constans did not even notice that she was speaking; the remembrance of his unfulfilled purpose seized and racked him.
The plantation of spruce-trees screened him for the moment; then he ran swiftly across the open space and reached the shelter of the pavilion. It was empty, but he had expected that; he had previously set his answering signal at the window of a house overlooking the garden at the back, and he would now have to wait until Esmay should find opportunity to join him.
The girl returned in a few minutes with a basket containing several lumps of sea-coal. "This is a thousand times better than Ugo's boards and barrel-staves," said Esmay, triumphantly, and transferred the fuel to the hearth, where it presently burst into a cheerful flame. "There are three or four boxes of the stuff in the cellar, enough to last us all winter. Now for the lamp."
"Yes," answered Constans, "for I shall follow the river straight down. It will take a little longer, but that matters not. Good-bye; I sha'n't forget." A slender figure slipped out from the shadow of a doorway and confronted them. It was Esmay, and she spoke with serene gravity. "Since you and Ulick are friends you ought to make it up with me also.
The violet depths in her eyes had darkened to pools of midnight, and her lips were like a thread of scarlet against the ivory of her face. A miracle! but Constans would not look again, knowing that for him this hour had passed forever. Constans went to the inner door and opened it. Esmay was kneeling at the window; he went over and touched her on the shoulder. "Come," he said.
He was anxious that you should be found, and I promised to do my best. He will be glad to know." "When is he coming back?" demanded Esmay, with an entire absence of enthusiasm. "This month, certainly; indeed, it may be any day now." "You must promise me that you will not tell him where I am or even that you have seen me." "But but " "Remember now that you have promised."
For several moments they stood side by side without exchanging a word, and, indeed, no speech would have been audible amid the almost continuous crashing of the thunder-peals. Then, as the first violence of the storm expended itself, Esmay heard her name uttered, and realized that Ulick was holding her hand in both his own. "Don't!" she pleaded, and drew her hand away. Ulick's face hardened.
So the summer had gone, the great work was accomplished, and now they were viewing it together. They had seen everything, going in turn from lighting platform to calving-barn; from forge and smithy to my lady's bower. And Esmay had duly admired all and pronounced it good.
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