were wroth at him because they heard that ne would have lent to the King; and Adah was wroth at him because she was an odious woman. They took ship from Lewes to Spain. That was wise!' 'And you? Did you see the signing of the Law at Runnymede?' said Puck, as Kadmiel laughed noiselessly. 'Nay. Who am I to meddle with things too high for me? I returned to Bury, and lent money on the autumn crops. Why not?' There was a crackle overhead. A cockpheasant that had sheered aside after being hit spattered down almost on top of them, driving up the dry leaves like a shell. Flora and Folly threw themselves at it; the children rushed forward, and when they had beaten them off and smoothed down the plumage Kadmiel had disappeared. 'Well,' said Puck, calmly, 'what did you think of it? Weland gave the Sword. The Sword gave th Treasure, and the Treasure gave the Law. It's as natural as an oak growing.' 'I don't understand. Didn't he know it was Sir Richard's old treasure?' said Dan. 'And why did Sir Richard and Brother Hugh leave it lying about? And-and 'Never mind,' said Una, politely. 'He'll let us come and go, and look, and know another time. Won't you, Puck?' 'Another time maybe,' Puck answered. 'Brr! It's cold-and late. I'll race you towards home!' They hurried down into the sheltered valley. The sun had almost sunk behind Cherry Clack, the trodden ground by the cattle-gates was freezing at the edges, and the new-waked north wind blew the night on them from over the hills. They picked up their feet and flew across the browned pastures, and when they halted, panting in the steam of their own breath, the dead leaves whirled up behind them. There was Oak and Ash and Thorn enough in that yearend shower to magic away a thousand memories. So they trotted to the brook at the bottom of the lawn, wondering why Flora and Folly had missed the quarry-hole fox. Old Hobden was just finishing some hedgework. They saw his white smock glimmer in the twilight where he faggoted the rubbish. 'Winter, he's come, I rackon, Mus' Dan,' he called. 'Hard times now till Heffle Cuckoo Fair. Yes, we'll all be glad to see the Old Woman let the Cuckoo out o' the basket for to start lawful Spring in England.' They heard a crash, and a stamp and a splash of water as though a heavy old cow were crossing almost under their noses. Hobden ran forward angrily to the ford. 'Gleason's bull again, playin' Robin all over the Farm! Oh, look, Mus' Dan-his great footmark as big as a trencher. No bounds to his impidence! He might count himself to be a man-or Somebody.' A voice the other side of the brook boomed : I marvel who his cloak would turn Or where those walking fires would burne Then the children went in singing "Farewell Rewards and Fairies" at the tops of their voices. They had forgotten that they had not even said good-night to Puck. THE CHILDREN'S SONG Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee Father in Heaven who lovest all, Teach us to bear the yoke in youth, Teach us to rule ourselves alway, Teach us to look in all our ends, Teach us the Strength that cannot seek, 276 |