ley steer went by
at my elbow.

CHAPTER XXI

THE EXIT OF THE PRETENDER

I sat in the saddle of El Mahdi on the hill-top beyond the bridge, and
watched the day coming through the gateway of the world. It was a work
of huge enchantment, as when, for the pleasure of some ancient caliph,
or at the taunting of some wanton queen, a withered magus turned the
ugly world into a kingdom of the fairy, and the lolling hangers-on
started up on their elbows to see a green field spreading through the
dirty city and great trees rising above the vanished temples, and wild
roses and the sweet dew-drenched brier trailing where the camel's track
had just faded out, and autumn leaves strewn along pathways of a wood,
and hills behind it all where the sunlight flooded.

It was like the mornings that came up from the sea by the Wood
Wonderful, or those that broke smiling when the world was newly
minted,--mornings that trouble the blood of the old shipwreck sunning by
the door, and move the stay-at-home to sail out for the Cloud Islands.
Full of the joy of life was this October land.

I could almost hear the sunlight running with a shout as it plunged in
among the hickory trees and went tumbling to the thickets of the hollow.
The mist hanging over the low meadows was a golden web, stretched by
enchanted fingers across some exquisite country into which a man might
come only through his dreams.

I waited while the drove went by, counting the cattle to see that none
had been overlooked in the night. The Aberdeen-Angus still held his
place in the front, and the big muley bull marched by like a king's
governor, keeping his space of clear road at the peril of a Homeric
struggle.

I knew every one of the six hundred, and I could have hugged each great
black fellow as he trudged past.

Jud and the Cardinal went by in the middle of the long line and passed
out of sight behind a turn of the hill below. The giant rode slowly,
lolling in his saddle and swinging his big legs free of the stirrups.

Then the lagging rear of the drove trailed up, and the hunchback
followed on the Bay Eagle. He was buttoned to the chin in Roy's blue
coat and looked for all the world like some shrivelled old marshal of
the empire, a hundred days out of Paris, covering the retreat of the
imperial army.

El Mahdi stood on the high bank by the roadside, in among the dead
blackberry briers, and I sat with the rein under my legs and my hands in
my pockets.

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