A flame of noble fire seemed to
run in his veins, and his voice was changed and full of homage when at
last he addressed her.
"Little Goddess of Truth," he said, "I would like to be with you always
that you might never let me forget this point of view. And you believe
it would have won for Jason in the end--if he had been true to himself?
Tell me--I want greatly to know."
"But how could there be any doubt of that?" she asked surprised. "Good
only can bring good, and evil, evil."
At this moment, out from the copse the soft head of a doe appeared, and
at the thrilling sight Halcyone slipped her hand into her companion's,
and held his tight lest he should move or rustle a leaf.
"See," she whispered right in his ear. "She will cross to the other side
by the stream--and oh! there is the fawn! Is he not the dearest baby
angel you have ever seen--!"
And the doe, feeling herself safe, trotted by, followed by a minute son
in pale drab velvet hardly a month old.
The pair in the tree watched them breathlessly until they had entered
the copse again beyond the bend, and then Halcyone said:
"That makes six--and perhaps there are more.
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