I have thought of that. But here,
first, I thought that I should go to White Farm."
"It would add risk. I do not think that it is needed."
"Jarvis Barrow--"
"The old man lies abed and his wits wander. He would hardly know you,
I think--would not understand. Leave him now, except as you find him
within."
"Her sister?"
"I will tell Gilian. That is a wide and wise spirit. She will
understand."
"Then it is come and gone--"
"Disappear as you appeared! None here wants your peril, and the griefs
and evils were you taken."
"I expected to go back. The brig _Seawing_ brought me. It sails in a
week's time."
"You must be upon it, then."
"Yes, I suppose so." He drew a long, impatient breath. "Let us leave
all that! Sufficient to the day--I wander and wander, and there are
stones and thorns--and Circe, too!... You have the steady light, but I
have not! The wind blows it--it flickers!"
"Ah, I know flickering, too!"
"Is there a great Senor Somebody? Sometimes I feel it--and then there
is only the wild ass in the desert! The dust blinds and the mire
sticks."
"Ah, Old Saracen--"
The other pushed the embers together. "This cave--this glen.... Do you
remember that time we were in Amsterdam and each dreamed one night the
same dream?"
"I remember."
The fire was sinking for the night. The moon was down in the western
sky.
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