o firm hands on either of his shoulders,
holding him so, and bent down, looking into his wild face, as if she
fixed upon his very soul all the power of her wondrous will.

"Father," she said, "look at my face. Thou canst if thou wilt. Look at
my face. Then wilt thou see 'tis Clo--and she will stand by thee."

She kept her gaze upon his very pupils; and though 'twas at first as if
his eyes strove to break away from her look, their effort was controlled
by her steadfastness, and they wandered back at last, and her great orbs
held them. He heaved a long breath, half a big, broken sob, and lay
still, staring up at her.

"Ay," he said, "'tis Clo! 'tis Clo!"

The sweat began to roll from his forehead, and the tears down his cheeks.
He broke forth, wailing like a child.

"Clo--Clo," he said, "I am in hell."

She put her hand on his breast, keeping will and eyes set on him.

"Nay," she answered; "thou art on earth, and in thine own bed, and I am
here, and will not leave thee."

She made another sign to the men who stood and stared aghast in wonder at
her, but feeling in the very air about her the spell to which the madness
had given way.

"'Twas not mere human woman who sat there," they said afterwards in the
stables among their fellows. "'Twas somewhat more. Had such a will been
in an evil thing a man's hair would have risen on his skull at the seeing
of it."

"Go now," she said to them, "and send women to set the place in order."

She had seen delirium and death enough in the doings of her deeds of
mercy, to know that his strength had gone and death was coming. His bed
and room were made orderly, and at last he lay in clean linen, with all
made straight. Soon his eyes seemed to sink into his head and stare from
hollows, and his skin grew grey, but ever he stared only at his
daughter's face.

"Clo," he said at last, "stay by me! Clo, go not away!"

"I shall not go," she answered.

She drew a seat close to his bed and took his hand. It lay knotted and
gnarled and swollen-veined upon her smooth palm, and with her other hand
she stroked it. His breath came weak and quick, and fear grew in his
eyes.

"What is it, Clo?" he said. "What is't?"

"'Tis weakness," replied she, soothing him. "Soon you will sleep."

"Ay," he said, with a breath like a sob. "'Tis over."

His big body seemed to collapse, he shrank so in the bed-clothes.

"What day o' the year is it?" he asked.

"The tenth of August," w