I did so, wondering. In a moment she flung it with a savage
gesture far into the bushes.
'Come!' she said, 'if you will. But some day God will punish
you!'
Without another word she turned and entered the path through the
trees, and I followed her. I suppose that every one of its
windings, every hollow and broken place in it had been known to
her from childhood, for she followed it swiftly and unerringly,
barefoot as she was. I had to walk fast through the darkness to
keep up with her. The wood was quiet, but the frogs were
beginning to croak in the pool, and their persistent chorus
reminded me of the night when I had come to the house-door, hurt
and worn out, and Clon had admitted me, and she had stood under
the gallery in the hall. Things had looked dark then. I had
seen but a very little way ahead then. Now all was plain. The
commandant might be here with all his soldiers, but it was I who
held the strings.
We came to the little wooden bridge and saw beyond the dark
meadows the lights of the house. All the windows were bright.
Doubtless the troopers were making merry.
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