He must serve his tyrant--and yet
Daniel, kneeling in his house, in his chamber, with the windows open
toward Jerusalem, might hear a cry to hold his name in his prayers....
What strange thoughts we have of ourselves, and of those nearest and
dearest!"
"Mr. Wotherspoon says that he is fifteenth-century Italian. You have
both done a proper bit of characterization! But I," said Alexander, "I
know another great territory of Ian."
"I know that, Glenfernie! And so do I know other good realms of Ian.
Yet that was what I thought when I read Daniel. And I had the thought,
too, that those old people were capable of great friendships."
Black Alan was waiting. Glenfernie mounted, said good-by again; the
green boughs of the elm-trees took him and his steed.
CHAPTER XIII
Ian forestalled Alexander, riding to Glenfernie House the morning
after his arrival at Black Hill. "Let us go," he said, "where we can
talk at ease! The old, alchemical room?"
They crossed the grass-grown court to the keep, entered and went up
the broken stair to the stone-walled chamber that took up the second
floor, that looked out of loophole windows north, south, east, and
west. The day was high summer, bright and hot. Strong light and less
strong light came in beams from the four quarters and made in the
large place a conflict of light and shadow.
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