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The king smiled his approval. "That is one way we have of punishing slight misdemeanors in our kingdom, Captain Plum. It is an illustration of our intolerance of evil-doers." He turned suddenly toward the girl. "Winnsome, my dear, have you copied the paper I was at work on? I wish to show it to Captain Plum."
"I have implored Winnsome to do all that she can to get her away," replied Neil. "If Marion won't go " He clenched his hands with a moaning curse and sprang to his feet, again pacing back and forth through the gloomy dungeon. "If she won't go I swear that Strang's triumph will be short!" he cried suddenly.
Gently, as though his touch was about to fall upon some fragile flower, he drew the girl to him, took her beautiful face between his two strong hands and gazed steadily and silently for a moment into her eyes. "God bless you, little Winnsome!" he whispered. "I hope that someday you will forgive me." The girl understood him. "If I have anything to forgive you are forgiven."
"She is gone gone " she moaned, stretching out her arms to him. "She is going back to Strang!" And then, from far out in the white glory of the night, there came back to him the voice of the girl he loved. "Good-by Good-by " "Gone!" moaned Winnsome again. "She has gone back to Strang!" Neil was crawling to them like a wounded animal across the sand.
"You and Winnsome must leave here. We are on the mainland and if you follow the shore northward you will come to the settlements. I am going back for Marion." Neil made an effort to follow him as he rose to his feet. "Nat Nat wait " Winnsome held him back, frightened, tightening her arms about him. "You must go with Winnsome," urged Nathaniel, seizing the hand that Neil stretched up to him.
He sent her word that he would call at a certain place for a reply when he was relieved again at five. There was no reply for him not a word from Winnsome." Their silence was painful. It was Nathaniel who spoke first, hesitatingly, as though afraid to say what was passing in his mind. "I killed Winnsome's father, Neil," he said, "and Winnsome has demanded my death.
I know that I am condemned to die. But you " His eyes flashed sudden fire. "How do you know that my fate is to be yours? I begin to see the truth. Winnsome has not answered your note because she knows that you are to live and that she will see you soon. Between Winnsome and Marion you will be saved!"
Tell him that her fate is shortly to be as cruel as mine tell him that Winnsome loves him, and that she will escape and come to him on the mainland. Tell him to go go!" She turned again, and Nathaniel stood like a statue, hardly breathing, until the sound of her feet had died away. Then he walked swiftly up the foot-path that led to Obadiah's.
It was a pantomime in which every gesture was understandable. But even Neil, huddled against the wall, heard the last words of the prophet as they thundered forth in sudden passion. "Winnsome Croche demands the death of her father's murderer!" Nathaniel felt his companion's shoulders sinking under his weight and he leaped quickly to the floor. "Winnsome is there!" he panted desperately.
Nathaniel thought of what Marion had said to him in the forest. "Neil," he said quietly, "do you know that Winnsome loves you not as the little girl whom you toted about on your shoulders but as a woman? Do you know that?" In the other's silence he added, "When I last saw Marion she sent this message to you 'Tell Neil that he must go, for Winnsome's sake.
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