But the fifth interrupted them saying, "Look! Who is that man in gray?"

They all looked up quickly and began to tremble; but Mignon gave a great

"Moo!" and galloped forward to meet the figure who had stepped out from

behind a bush. It was Saint Launomar himself!

He had been up ever since dawn looking for his precious cow; for when he

went to milk her he had found the barn empty, and her footprints with

those of the five robbers in the moist earth had told the story and

pointed which way the company had gone. But it was not his plan to scold

or frighten the robbers. He walked up to them, for they were so

surprised to see him that they stood still trembling, forgetting even to

run away.

"Good-morning, friends," said Launomar kindly. "You have brought back

my cow, I see, who to-night for the first time has left her stall to

wander far. I thank you, good friends, for bringing Mignon to me. For

she is not only a treasure in herself, but she is my dearest friend and

I should be most unhappy to lose her."

The men stood staring at Launomar in astonishment. They could hardly

believe their eyes and their ears. Where did he come from? What did he

mean? But when they realized how kind his voice was, and that he was not

accusing them nor threatening to have them punished, they were very much

ashamed. They hung their heads guiltily; and then all of a sudden they

fell at his feet, the five of them, confessing how it had all come about

and begging his pardon.

"We stole the cow, Master," said the first one.

"And carried her these many miles away," said the second.

"We are wicked robbers and deserve to be punished," said the third.

"But we beg you to pardon us," cried the fourth.

"Let us depart, kind Father, we pray you," begged the fifth. "And be so

good as to direct us on our way, for we are sorely puzzled."

"Nay, nay," answered Saint Launomar pleasantly, "the cow hath led you a

long way, hath she not? You must be both tired and hungry. You cannot

journey yet." And in truth they were miserable objects to see, so that

the Saint's kind heart was filled with pity, robbers though they were.

"Follow me," he said. By this time they were too weak and weary to think

of disobeying. So meekly they formed into a procession of seven,

Launomar and the cow going cheerfully at the head. For these two were

very glad to be together again, and his arm was thrown lovingly about

her glossy neck as they went.

But what was the amazement of the five robbers when in a short minute or

two they turned a corner, and there close beside them stood the

monastery itself, with the very barn from which they had stolen Mignon

the night before! All this time the clever cow had led them in great

circles roundabout and roundabout her own home. And after all this

scrambling and wading through the darkness, in the morning they were no

farther on their journey than they had been at the start. What a wise

cow that was! And what a good breakfast of bran porridge and hay and

sweet turnips Launomar gave her to pay for her hard night's work.

The five robbers had a good breakfast too; but perhaps they did not

relish it as Mignon did hers. For their consciences were heavy; besides,

they sat at the monastery table, and all the monks stood by in a row,

saying nothing but pursing up their mouths and looking pious; which was

trying. And when the robbers came to drink their porridge Launomar said

mildly,--

"That is Mignon's milk which you drink, Sirs. It is the best milk in

France, and you are welcome to it for your breakfast to-day, since we

have such reason to be grateful to you for not putting it beyond our

reach forever. Ah, my friends, we could ill spare so worthy a cow, so

good a friend, so faithful a guide. But I trust that you will not need

her services again. Perhaps by daylight you can find your way home

without her if I direct you. The highroad is plain and straight for

honest men. I commend it to you."

So, when they were refreshed and rested, Launomar led them forth and

pointed out the way as he had promised. He and Mignon stood on the crest

of a little hill and watched them out of sight. Then they turned and

looked at one another, the wise Saint and his wise cow.

And they both chuckled inside.

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