gathered under his window and
cheered him.
Parpon sat long in gloomy silence by his side, but, raising his voice,
he began to sing softly a lament for the gross-figured body, lying alone
in a shed near the deserted smithy:
"Children, the house is empty,
The house behind the tall hill;
Lonely and still is the empty house.
There is no face in the doorway,
There is no fire in the chimney.
Come and gather beside the gate,
Little Good Folk of the Scarlet Hills.
"Where has the wild dog vanished?
Where has the swift foot gone?
Where is the hand that found the good fruit,
That made a garret of wholesome herbs?
Where is the voice that awoke the morn,
The tongue that defied the terrible beasts?
Come and listen beside the door,
Little Good Folk of the Scarlet Hills."
The pathos of the chant almost made his listener shrink, so immediate
and searching was it. When the lament ceased, there was a long silence,
broken by Valmond.
"He was your brother, Parpon--how? Tell me about it."
The dwarf's eyes looked into the distance.
"It was in the far-off country," he said, "in the hills where the Little
Good Folk come. My mother married an outlaw. Ah, he was cruel, and
an animal! My brother Gabriel was born--he was a giant, his brain all
fumbling and wild. Then I was born, so small, a head as a tub, and long
arms like a gorilla. We burrowed in the hills, Gabriel and I. One day my
mother, because my father struck her, went mad, left us and came to--"
He broke off, pausing an instant. "Then Gabriel struck the man, and he
died, and we buried him, and my brother also left me, and I was alone.
By and by I travelled to Pontiac. Once Gabriel came down from the hills,
and Lajeunesse burnt him with a hot iron, for cutting his bellows in
the night, to make himself a bed inside them. To-day he came again to
do some terrible thing to the blacksmith or the girl, and you have
seen--ah, the poor Gabriel, and I killed him!"
"I killed him," said Valmond--"I, Parpon, my friend."
"My poor fool, my wild dog!" wailed the dwarf mournfully.
"Parpon," asked Valmond suddenly, "where is your mother?"
"It is no matter. She has forgotten--she is safe."
"If she should see him!" said Valmond tentatively, for a sudden thought
had come to him that the mother of these misfits of God was Madame
Degardy.
Parpon sprang to his-f
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