y the old dim days, and
the path which we trod in hope and fear together; when all the trouble
we have wrought to ourselves and others will vanish into the shadow of
a faded dream, in the sweetness and glory of some great city of God,
full of fire and music and all the radiant visions of uplifted hearts,
which visited us so faintly and yet so beckoningly in the old frail
days.

CONTENTS

PAGE

PAUL THE MINSTREL 1

THE ISLES OF SUNSET 70

THE WAVING OF THE SWORD 113

RENATUS 127

THE SLYPE HOUSE 138

OUT OF THE SEA 159

THE TROTH OF THE SWORD 178

THE HILL OF TROUBLE 197

THE GRAY CAT 224

THE RED CAMP 247

THE LIGHT OF THE BODY 279

THE SNAKE, THE LEPER, AND THE GREY FROST 301

BROTHER ROBERT 322

THE CLOSED WINDOW 348

THE BROTHERS 363

THE TEMPLE OF DEATH 378

THE TOMB OF HEIRI 402

CERDA 419

LINUS 428

PAUL THE MINSTREL

I

The old House of Heritage stood just below the downs, in the few
meadows that were all that was left of a great estate. The house
itself was of stone, very firmly and gravely built; and roofed with
thin slabs of stone, small at the roof-ridge, and increasing in size
towards the eaves. Inside, there were a few low panelled rooms opening
on a large central hall; there was little furniture, and that of a
sturdy and solid kind--but the house needed nothing else, and had all
the beauty that came of a simple austerity.

Old Mistress Alison, who abode there, was aged and poor. She had but
one house-servant, a serious and honest maid, whose only pride was to
keep the place sweet, and save her mistress from all care. But
Mistress Alison was not to be dismayed by poverty; she was a tranquil
and loving woman, who had never married; but who, as if to compensate
her for the absence of nearer t