One day Marena appeared again. She was almost full grown the winter that
Gobo disappeared, but she had hardly ever been seen since, for she lived
alone, going her own ways.
She had stayed slender and looked quite young. But she was quiet and
serious and gentler than any of the others. She had heard from the
squirrel and the jay, the magpie and the thrushes and pheasants that
Gobo had returned from his wonderful adventures. So she came back to see
him.
[Illustration: _Marena was quiet and serious and gentler than any of the
others._]
Gobo’s mother was very proud and happy over her visit. Gobo’s mother had
grown rather proud of her good fortune. She was delighted to hear the
whole forest talking about her son. She basked in his glory and wanted
everybody to know that her Gobo was the cleverest, ablest and best deer
living.
“What do you think of him, Marena?” she exclaimed. “What do you think of
our Gobo?” She didn’t wait for an answer but went on, “Do you remember
how old Nettla said he wasn’t worth much because he shivered a little in
the cold? Do you remember how she prophesied that he’d be nothing but a
care to me?”
“Well,” Marena answered, “you’ve had plenty of worry over Gobo.”
“That’s all over with now,” his mother exclaimed. She wondered how
people could still remember such things. “O, I’m sorry for poor old
Nettla. What a pity that she couldn’t live to see what my Gobo’s
become!”
“Yes, poor old Nettla,” said Marena softly, “it’s too bad about her.”
Gobo liked to hear his mother praise him that way. It pleased him. He
stood around and basked as happily in her praises as in the sunshine.
“Even the old Prince came to see Gobo,” his mother told Marena. She
whispered it as though it were something solemn and mysterious. “He
never let anyone so much as get a glimpse of him before, but he came on
account of Gobo.”
“Why did he call me a poor thing?” Gobo broke in in a discontented tone.
“I’d like to know what he meant by that.”
“Don’t think about it,” his mother said to comfort him, “he’s old and
queer.”
But at last Gobo meant to ease his mind. “All day long it keeps running
through my head,” he said. “Poor thing! I’m not a poor thing. I’m very
lucky. I’ve seen more and been through more than all the rest of you put
together. I’ve seen more of the world and I know more about life than
anyone in the forest. What do you think, Marena?”
“Yes,” she said, “no one can deny that.”
From then on Marena and Gobo were always together.