ed, treading quietly on the
strip of grass that borders the path to the ferry.

"I am going to talk to my True Love now," said Richard, his voice fading
away as he rode. "My True Love's voice is the only voice that is a
little more beautiful to me than silence...."

For a moment he looked every inch a wizard. Every button on his uniform
and every buckle on the Horse Vivian's harness caught the moonlight, and
changed into faery spangles as he turned and waved his hand before
disappearing.

The policeman seemed quieted, as he looked at Sarah Brown sitting, white
and haggard with pain, on the river bank, with her arm round the
shivering David.

"In a minute, in a minute, my One," she was saying to David. "We are
nearly home now. We shall soon be quiet now."

There was always something startlingly inoffensive about Sarah Brown's
appearance.

"I'd like to know 'oo was responsible for this houtrage, all the same,"
said the policeman.

Sarah Brown did not hear him, but she said: "Oh, I am so very sorry it
happened. It was a pure accident, of course, but it is so terrible to
see any one have an accident to his dignity. You must forget it quickly,
you must run and find someone who knows you at your best, you must tell
her a fine revised version of the incident, and then you will feel
better."

The ferryman shouted: "I don't mind coming in now to fetch this young
woman. You can come too now if you like, Mr. Pompous-in-the-Pond, for
the party you're looking for is not at home, and I've no doubt but what
that crowd over there will give you a gay welcome."

"I'll look into the metter to-morrer," said the policeman. "You 'aven't
'eard the last of this, none of you 'aven't, not by a long chalk. I've a
good mind to get the Mayor to read the Riot Act at you."

As Sarah Brown landed on Mitten Island she could not distinguish the
faces of the waiting crowd, but she heard sharp anxious voices.

"They ain't goin' to get 'er, not if I knows it."

"She never speaks but kindness, the dear lamb."

"She's more of a saint than any in the Calendar."

"She gave my Danny a room in 'er house, and put 'eart into 'im after 'e
lost 'is sight in the War."

"She's the good fairy of the Island."

"She grew all them Sweet Williams in my garden in one night, when I
first come 'ere and was 'omesick for Devon."

"The law's always after saints and fairies, always 'as bin."

"But the law can't catch 'er."

"The law has driven her away,"