pers before him, and listened with his head thrown back. Yes--yess!
A rather funny sight! Meon tried not to laugh, and asked Eddi if he were
satisfied.
'It takes some time to get an idea out of my good Eddi's head. He looked
at me.
'"Do you want to sprinkle him with holy water, and see if he flies up
the chimney? Why not baptize him?" said Meon.
'Eddi was really shocked. I thought it was bad taste myself.
'"That's not fair," said Meon. "You call him a demon and a familiar
spirit because he loves his master and likes music, and when I offer you
a chance to prove it you won't take it. Look here! I'll make a bargain.
I'll be baptized if you'll baptize Padda too. He's more of a man than
most of my slaves."
'"One doesn't bargain--or joke--about these matters," I said. He was
going altogether too far.
'"Quite right," said Meon; "I shouldn't like any one to joke about
Padda. Padda, go down to the beach and bring us to-morrow's weather!"
'My good Eddi must have been a little over-tired with his day's work.
"I am a servant of the Church," he cried. "My business is to save souls,
not to enter into fellowships and understandings with accursed beasts."
'"Have it your own narrow way," said Meon. "Padda, you needn't go." The
old fellow flounced back to his ox-hide at once.
'"Man could learn obedience at least from that creature," said Eddi, a
little ashamed of himself. Christians should not curse.
'"Don't begin to apologise just when I am beginning to like you," said
Meon. "We'll leave Padda behind to-morrow--out of respect to your
feelings. Now let's go to supper. We must be up early to-morrow for the
whiting."
'The next was a beautiful crisp autumn morning--a weather breeder, if I
had taken the trouble to think; but it's refreshing to escape from kings
and converts for half a day. We three went by ourselves in Meon's
smallest boat, and we got on the whiting near an old wreck, a mile or so
off shore. Meon knew the marks to a yard, and the fish were keen.
Yes--yess! A perfect morning's fishing! If a bishop can't be a
fisherman, who can?' He twiddled his ring again. 'We stayed there a
little too long, and while we were getting up our stone, down came the
fog. After some discussion, we decided to row for the land. The ebb was
just beginning to make round the point, and sent us all ways at once
like a coracle.'
'Selsea Bill,' said Puck under his breath. 'The tides run something
furious there.'
'I believe yo
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