p heart a
crystal spring, with continual bubbling, which is despised of the wise
fools of this world, but ordained forever from the Throne.'"

"And yet he learned his wisdom from meditating in solitude, and freedom
from the cares of every day?" said the woman softly.

"He was a man," said the Countess, "and it is permitted to them to go
into the desert and think. Ah, consider only, dear friend, for how
little time had that good man of yours to do, or your father, with that
seed of life which you and your mother must bear for days and months of
days, till it should be born indeed! One hour with him--and he hath
given you work for years. And hath he sleepless nights and breathless
days, then? Nay, indeed! He is off to new dreams by morning, and there
is only you to watch that they shall be no dreams, but realities. And
when that watch is over, then look for the dawn indeed--but not this
side the Dunes!"

"Then let me go back," said the woman quietly, "and do for the sake of
the doing what once I longed to do for the sake of the world. Though
now my powers are less and I doubt I shall accomplish very much."

"Have no fear," said the Countess gladly, "have no fear, my sister.
Alys, bring what you know for my sister," and Alys went out and returned
with a silver coronet on a cushion, studded with sapphires. The young
Gildres knelt low to offer it, and as the Countess bade her, she herself
put it upon her own head, and they walked stately together, lighted by
the page and attended by the maidens, to a great beamed bedchamber with
a crucifix on the wall and a high carved bed of state raised upon a
dais, and with pillows of silk and curtains of rich tapestry.

"Now rest, dear sister, and say good-bye to me," said this Countess, and
when they had laid her, robed and crowned, upon the bed, she kissed her
on the mouth.

"Shall I never see you again?" said the woman.

"Ask rather if you never saw me before," said she, and then, "look at
me!"

The cold moon shone through the leaded pane and struck her face full,
and as the woman looked it seemed that wrinkles grew about her eyes and
that the moonlight turned her hair as white as snow.

"You are the Bee-woman!" she cried.

"Look again," said the Countess.

And now her cheeks were like warm russet apples and her shoulders were
broad.

"You are the Dame at the Farm!" said the woman, "and I thought you
young!"

"It may be, dear sister, that when we meet again I shall be