Parables of a Province | Page 6

her. The rope came taut, and presently he
drew her up again to safety, and while she laughed at him and mocked
him, he held her tight under his arm, and carried her to his lodge, where
he let her go.
"Why did you do it, devil's madcap?" he asked.
"Why didn't you wait for the hundred men so strong?" she laughed.
"Why did you jump behind the tree?
"'If I had a hundred men, heigho, I would buy my corn for a penny a
gill. If I had a hundred men or so, I would dig a grave for the maid of
the hill, heigho!'"
He did not answer her, but stirred the soup in the pot and tasted it, and

hung a great piece of meat over the fire. Then he sat down, and only
once did he show anger as she mocked him, and that was when she
thrust her hand into his breast, took out the little stone image, and said:
"If a little stone god had a hundred hearts, Would a little stone goddess
trust in one?"
Then she made as if she would throw it into the fire, but he caught her
hand and crushed it, so that she cried out for pain and anger, and said:
"Brute of iron, go break the posts in the brigands' prison-house, but
leave a poor girl's wrist alone. If I had a hundred men--" she added,
mocking wildly again, and then, springing at him, put her two thumbs
at the corners of his eyes, and cried: "Stir a hand, and out they will
come --your eyes for my bones!"
He did not stir till her fury was gone. Then he made her sit down and
eat with him, and afterwards she said softly to him, and without a laugh:
"Why should the people say, 'Golgothar is our shame, for he has great
strength, and yet he does nothing but throw great stones for sport into
the sea'?"
He had the simple mind of a child, and he listened to her patiently, and
at last got up and began preparing for a journey, cleaning all his
weapons, and gathering them together. She understood him, and she
said, with a little laugh like music: "One strong man is better than a
hundred --a little key will open a great door easier than a hundred
hammers. What is the strength of a hundred bullocks without this?" she
added, tapping him on the forehead.
Then they sat down and talked together quietly for a long time; and at
sunset she saw him start away upon great errands.
Before two years had gone, Nooni, the city of their foes, was taken; the
chain wall of the rebels opened to the fish and corn of the poor; the
children wandered in the forest without fear of wild boars; the dyke
was built to save the people in the lowlands; and Golgothar carried to
the castle the King had given him the daughter of the city, freed from
Mirnan.
"If Golgothar had a hundred wives--" said a voice to the strong man as
he entered the castle gates. Looking up he saw Sapphire. He stretched
out his hand to her in joy and friendship.
"--I would not be one of them," she added, with a mocking laugh, as
she dropped from the wall, leaped the moat by the help of her staff, and

danced away laughing. There are those who say, however that tears fell
down her cheeks as she laughed.

THE SINGING OF THE BEES
"Mother, didst thou not say thy prayers last night?"
"Twice, my child."
"Once before the little shrine, and once beside my bed--is it not so?"
"It is so, my Fanchon. What hast thou in thy mind?"
"Thou didst pray that the storm die in the hills, and the flood cease, and
that my father come before it was again the hour of prayer. It is now the
hour. Canst thou not hear the storm and the wash of the flood? And my
father does not come!"
"Dear Fanchon, God is good."
"When thou wast asleep I rose from my bed, and in the dark I kissed
the feet of--Him--on the little Calvary; and I did not speak, but in my
heart I called."
"What didst thou call, my child?"
"I called to my father: 'Come back-come back!'"
"Thou shouldst have called to God, my Fanchon."
"I loved my father, and I called to him."
"Thou shouldst love God."
"I knew my father first. If God loved thee, He would answer thy prayer.
Dost thou not hear the cracking of the cedar trees and the cry of the
wolves--they are afraid. All day and all night the rain and wind come
down, and the birds and wild fowl have no