THE WINGED HATS

The next day happened to be what they called a Wild Afternoon. Father

and Mother went out to pay calls; Miss Blake went for a ride on her

bicycle, and they were left all alone till eight o'clock.

When they had seen their dear parents and their dear preceptress

politely off the premises they got a cabbage-leaf full of raspberries

from the gardener, and a Wild Tea from Ellen. They ate the raspberries

to prevent their squashing, and they meant to divide the cabbage-leaf

with Three Cows down at the Theatre, but they came across a dead

hedgehog which they simply _had_ to bury, and the leaf was too useful to

waste.

Then they went on to the Forge and found old Hobden the hedger at home

with his son, the Bee Boy, who is not quite right in his head, but who

can pick up swarms of bees in his naked hands; and the Bee Boy told them

the rhyme about the slow-worm:--

'If I had eyes _as_ I could see,

No mortal man would trouble me.'

They all had tea together by the hives, and Hobden said the loaf-cake

which Ellen had given them was almost as good as what his wife used to

make, and he showed them how to set a wire at the right height for

hares. They knew about rabbits already.

Then they climbed up Long Ditch into the lower end of Far Wood. This is

sadder and darker than the Volaterrae end because of an old marlpit full

of black water, where weepy, hairy moss hangs round the stumps of the

willows and alders. But the birds come to perch on the dead branches,

and Hobden says that the bitter willow-water is a sort of medicine for

sick animals.

They sat down on a felled oak-trunk in the shadows of the beech

undergrowth, and were looping the wires Hobden had given them, when they

saw Parnesius.

'How quietly you came!' said Una, moving up to make room. 'Where's Puck?'

'The Faun and I have disputed whether it is better that I should tell

you all my tale, or leave it untold,' he replied.

'I only said that if he told it as it happened you wouldn't understand

it,' said Puck, jumping up like a squirrel from behind the log.

'I don't understand all of it,' said Una, 'but I like hearing about the

little Picts.'

'What I can't understand,' said Dan, 'is how Maximus knew all about the

Picts when he was over in Gaul.'

'He who makes himself Emperor anywhere must know everything,

everywhere,' said Parnesius. 'We had this much from Maximus's mouth

after the Games.'

'Games? What Games?' said Dan.

Parnesius stretched his arm out stiffly, thumb pointed to the ground.

'Gladiators! _That_ sort of game,' he said. 'There were two days' Games

in his honour when he landed all unexpected at Segedunum on the East end

of the Wall. Yes, the day after we had met him we held two days' Games;

but I think the greatest risk was run, not by the poor wretches on the

sand, but by Maximus. In the old days the Legions kept silence before

their Emperor. So did not we! You could hear the solid roar run West

along the Wall as his chair was carried rocking through the crowds. The

garrison beat round him--clamouring, clowning, asking for pay, for

change of quarters, for anything that came into their wild heads. That

chair was like a little boat among waves, dipping and falling, but

always rising again after one had shut the eyes.' Parnesius shivered.

'Were they angry with him?' said Dan.

'No more angry than wolves in a cage when their trainer walks among

them. If he had turned his back an instant, or for an instant had ceased

to hold their eyes, there would have been another Emperor made on the

Wall that hour. Was it not so, Faun?'

'So it was. So it always will be,' said Puck.

'Late in the evening his messenger came for us, and we followed to the

Temple of Victory, where he lodged with Rutilianus, the General of the

Wall. I had hardly seen the General before, but he always gave me leave

when I wished to take Heather. He was a great glutton, and kept five

Asian cooks, and he came of a family that believed in oracles. We could

smell his good dinner when we entered, but the tables were empty. He lay

snorting on a couch. Maximus sat apart among long rolls of accounts.

Then the doors were shut.

'"These are your men," said Maximus to the General, who propped his

eye-corners open with his gouty fingers, and stared at us like a fish.

'"I shall know them again, Cæsar," said Rutilianus.

"Very good," said Maximus. "Now hear! You are not to move man or shield

on the Wall except as these boys shall tell you. You will do nothing,

except eat, without their permission. They are the head and arms. You

are the belly!"

'"As Cæsar pleases," the old man grunted. "If my pay and profits are not

cut, you may make my Ancestors' Oracle my master. Rome has been! Rome

has been!" Then he turned on his side to sleep.

'"He has it," said Maximus. "We will get to what _I_ need."

'He unrolled full copies of the number of men and supplies on the

Wall--down to the sick that very day in Hunno Hospital. Oh, but I

groaned when his pen marked off detachment after detachment of our

best--of our least worthless men! He took two towers of our Scythians,

two of our North British auxiliaries, two Numidian cohorts, the Dacians

all, and half the Belgians. It was like an eagle pecking a carcass.

'"And now, how many catapults have you?" He turned up a new list, but

Pertinax laid his open hand there.

'"No, Cæsar," said he. "Do not tempt the Gods too far. Take men, or

engines, but not both; else we refuse."'

'Engines?' said Una.

'The catapults of the Wall--huge things forty feet high to the

head--firing nets of raw stone or forged bolts. Nothing can stand

against them. He left us our catapults at last, but he took a Cæsar's

half of our men without pity. We were a shell when he rolled up the

lists!

'"Hail, Cæsar! We, about to die, salute you!" said Pertinax, laughing.

"If any enemy even leans against the Wall now, it will tumble."

'"Give me the three years Allo spoke of," he answered, "and you shall

have twenty thousand men of your own choosing up here. But now it is a

gamble--a game played against the Gods, and the stakes are Britain,

Gaul, and perhaps Rome. You play on my side?"

'"We will play, Cæsar," I said, for I had never met a man like this man.

'"Good. Tomorrow," said he, "I proclaim you Captains of the Wall before

the troops."

'So we went into the moonlight, where they were cleaning the ground

after the Games. We saw great Roma Dea atop of the Wall, the frost on

her helmet, and her spear pointed towards the North Star. We saw the

twinkle of night-fires all along the guard towers, and the line of the

black catapults growing smaller and smaller in the distance. All these

things we knew till we were weary; but that night they seemed very

strange to us, because the next day we knew we were to be their masters.

'The men took the news well; but when Maximus went away with half our

strength, and we had to spread ourselves into the emptied towers, and

the townspeople complained that trade would be ruined, and the autumn

gales blew--it was dark days for us two. Here Pertinax was more than my

right hand. Being born and bred among the great country-houses in Gaul,

he knew the proper words to address to all--from Roman-born Centurions

to those dogs of the Third--the Libyans. And he spoke to each as though

that man were as high-minded as himself. Now _I_ saw so strongly what

things were needed to be done, that I forgot things are only

accomplished by means of men. That was a mistake.

'I feared nothing from the Picts, at least for that year, but Allo

warned me that the Winged Hats would soon come in from the sea at each

end of the Wall to prove to the Picts how weak we were. So I made ready

in haste, and none too soon. I shifted our best men to the ends of the

Wall, and set up screened catapults by the beach. The Winged Hats would

drive in before the snow-squalls--ten or twenty boats at a time--on

Segedunum or Ituna, according as the wind blew.

'Now a ship coming in to land men must furl her sail. If you wait till

you see her men gather up the sail's foot, your catapults can jerk a net

of loose stones (bolts only cut through the cloth) into the bag of it.

Then she turns over, and the sea makes everything clean again. A few men

may come ashore, but very few. ... It was not hard work, except the

waiting on the beach in blowing sand and snow. And that was how we dealt

with the Winged Hats that winter.

'Early in the spring, when the East winds blow like skinning-knives,

they gathered again off Segedunum with many ships. Allo told me they

would never rest till they had taken a tower in open fight. Certainly

they fought in the open. We dealt with them thoroughly through a long

day: and when all was finished, one man dived clear of the wreckage of

his ship, and swam towards shore. I waited, and a wave tumbled him at my

feet.

'As I stooped, I saw he wore such a medal as I wear.' Parnesius raised

his hand to his neck. 'Therefore, when he could speak, I addressed him a

certain Question which can only be answered in a certain manner. He

answered with the necessary Word--the Word that belongs to the Degree of

Gryphons in the science of Mithras my God. I put my shield over him till

he could stand up. You see I am not short, but he was a head taller than

I. He said: "What now?" I said: "At your pleasure, my brother, to stay

or go."

'He looked out across the surf. There remained one ship unhurt, beyond

range of our catapults. I checked the catapults and he waved her in.

She came as a hound comes to a master. When she was yet a hundred paces

from the beach, he flung back his hair, and swam out. They hauled him

in, and went away. I knew that those who worship Mithras are many and of

all races, so I did not think much more upon the matter.

'A month later I saw Allo with his horses--by the Temple of Pan, O

Faun--and he gave me a great necklace of gold studded with coral.

'At first I thought it was a bribe from some tradesman in the

town--meant for old Rutilianus. "Nay," said Allo. "This is a gift from

Amal, that Winged Hat whom you saved on the beach. He says you are a

Man."

'"He is a Man, too. Tell him I can wear his gift," I answered.

'"Oh, Amal is a young fool; but, speaking as sensible men, your Emperor

is doing such great things in Gaul that the Winged Hats are anxious to

be his friends, or, better still, the friends of his servants. They

think you and Pertinax could lead them to victories." Allo looked at me

like a one-eyed raven.

'"Allo," I said, "you are the corn between the two millstones. Be

content if they grind evenly, and don't thrust your hand between them."

'"I?" said Allo. "I hate Rome and the Winged Hats equally; but if the

Winged Hats thought that some day you and Pertinax might join them

against Maximus, they would leave you in peace while you considered.

Time is what we need--you and I and Maximus. Let me carry a pleasant

message back to the Winged Hats--something for them to make a council

over. We barbarians are all alike. We sit up half the night to discuss

anything a Roman says. Eh?"

'"We have no men. We must fight with words," said Pertinax. "Leave it to

Allo and me."

'So Allo carried word back to the Winged Hats that we would not fight

them if they did not fight us; and they (I think they were a little

tired of losing men in the sea) agreed to a sort of truce. I believe

Allo, who being a horse-dealer loved lies, also told them we might some

day rise against Maximus as Maximus had risen against Rome.

'Indeed, they permitted the corn-ships which I sent to the Picts to pass

North that season without harm. Therefore the Picts were well fed that

winter, and since they were in some sort my children, I was glad of it.

We had only two thousand men on the Wall, and I wrote many times to

Maximus and begged--prayed--him to send me only one cohort of my old

North British troops. He could not spare them. He needed them to win

more victories in Gaul.

'Then came news that he had defeated and slain the Emperor Gratian, and

thinking he must now be secure, I wrote again for men. He answered: "You

will learn that I have at last settled accounts with the pup Gratian.

There was no need that he should have died, but he became confused and

lost his head, which is a bad thing to befall any Emperor. Tell your

Father I am content to drive two mules only; for unless my old General's

son thinks himself destined to destroy me, I shall rest Emperor of Gaul

and Britain, and then you, my two children, will presently get all the

men you need. Just now I can spare none."'

'What did he mean by his General's son?' said Dan.

'He meant Theodosius Emperor of Rome, who was the son of Theodosius the

General under whom Maximus had fought in the old Pict War. The two men

never loved each other, and when Gratian made the younger Theodosius

Emperor of the East (at least, so I've heard), Maximus carried on the

war to the second generation. It was his fate, and it was his fall. But

Theodosius the Emperor is a good man. As I know.' Parnesius was silent

for a moment and then continued.

'I wrote back to Maximus that, though we had peace on the Wall, I should

be happier with a few more men and some new catapults. He answered: "You

must live a little longer under the shadow of my victories, till I can

see what young Theodosius intends. He may welcome me as a

brother-Emperor, or he may be preparing an army. In either case I cannot

spare men just now."

'But he was always saying that,' cried Una.

'It was true. He did not make excuses; but thanks, as he said, to the

news of his victories, we had no trouble on the Wall for a long, long

time. The Picts grew fat as their own sheep among the heather, and as

many of my men as lived were well exercised in their weapons. Yes, the

Wall looked strong. For myself, I knew how weak we were. I knew that if

even a false rumour of any defeat to Maximus broke loose among the

Winged Hats, they might come down in earnest, and then--the Wall must

go! For the Picts I never cared, but in those years I learned something

of the strength of the Winged Hats. They increased their strength every

day, but I could not increase my men. Maximus had emptied Britain behind

us, and I felt myself to be a man with a rotten stick standing before a

broken fence to turn bulls.

'Thus, my friends, we lived on the Wall, waiting--waiting--waiting for

the men that Maximus never sent.

'Presently he wrote that he was preparing an army against Theodosius. He

wrote--and Pertinax read it over my shoulder in our quarters: "_Tell

your Father that my destiny orders me to drive three mules or be torn in

pieces by them. I hope within a year to finish with Theodosius, son of

Theodosius, once and for all. Then you shall have Britain to rule, and

Pertinax, if he chooses, Gaul. To-day I wish strongly you were with me

to beat my Auxiliaries into shape. Do not, I pray you, believe any

rumour of my sickness. I have a little evil in my old body which I shall

cure by riding swiftly into Rome._"

'Said Pertinax: "It is finished with Maximus. He writes as a man without

hope. I, a man without hope, can see this. What does he add at the

bottom of the roll? '_Tell Pertinax I have met his late Uncle, the

Duumvir of Divio, and that he accounted to me quite truthfully for all

his Mother's monies. I have sent her with a fitting escort, for she is

the mother of a hero, to Nicaea, where the climate is warm_.'

'"That is proof," said Pertinax. "Nicaea is not far by sea from Rome. A

woman there could take ship and fly to Rome in time of war. Yes, Maximus

foresees his death, and is fulfilling his promises one by one. But I am

glad my uncle met him."'

'"You think blackly to-day?" I asked.

'"I think truth. The Gods weary of the play we have played against them.

Theodosius will destroy Maximus. It is finished!"

'"Will you write him that?" I said.

'"See what I shall write," he answered, and he took pen and wrote a

letter cheerful as the light of day, tender as a woman's and full of

jests. Even I, reading over his shoulder, took comfort from it till--I

saw his face!

'"And now," he said, sealing it, "we be two dead men, my brother. Let us

go to the Temple."

'We prayed awhile to Mithras, where we had many times prayed before.

After that, we lived day by day among evil rumours till winter came

again.

'It happened one morning that we rode to the East shore, and found on

the beach a fair-haired man, half frozen, bound to some broken planks.

Turning him over, we saw by his belt-buckle that he was a Goth of an

Eastern Legion. Suddenly he opened his eyes and cried loudly, "He is

dead! The letters were with me, but the Winged Hats sank the ship." So

saying, he died between our hands.

'We asked not who was dead. We knew! We raced before the driving snow to

Hunno, thinking perhaps Allo might be there. We found him already at our

stables, and he saw by our faces what we had heard.

'"It was in a tent by the sea," he stammered. "He was beheaded by

Theodosius. He sent a letter to you, written while he waited to be

slain. The Winged Hats met the ship and took it. The news is running

through the heather like fire. Blame me not! I cannot hold back my young

men any more."

'"I would we could say as much for our men," said Pertinax, laughing.

"But, Gods be praised, they cannot run away."

'"What do you do?" said Allo. "I bring an order--a message--from the

Winged Hats that you join them with your men, and march South to plunder

Britain."

'"It grieves me," said Pertinax, "but we are stationed here to stop that

thing."

'"If I carry back such an answer they will kill me," said Allo. "I

always promised the Winged Hats that you would rise when Maximus fell.

I--I did not think he could fall."

'"Alas! my poor barbarian," said Pertinax, still laughing. "Well, you

have sold us too many good ponies to be thrown back to your friends. We

will make you a prisoner, although you are an ambassador."

'"Yes, that will be best," said Allo, holding out a halter. We bound him

lightly, for he was an old man.

'"Presently the Winged Hats may come to look for you, and that will give

us more time. See how the habit of playing for time sticks to a man!"

said Pertinax, as he tied the rope.

'"No," I said. "Time may help. If Maximus wrote us a letter while he was

a prisoner, Theodosius must have sent the ship that brought it. If he

can send ships, he can send men."

'"How will that profit us?" said Pertinax. "We serve Maximus, not

Theodosius. Even if by some miracle of the Gods Theodosius down South

sent and saved the Wall, we could not expect more than the death Maximus

died."

'"It concerns us to defend the Wall, no matter what Emperor dies, or

makes die," I said.

'"That is worthy of your brother the philosopher," said Pertinax.

"Myself I am without hope, so I do not say solemn and stupid things!

Rouse the Wall!"

'We armed the Wall from end to end; we told the officers that there was

a rumour of Maximus's death which might bring down the Winged Hats, but

we were sure, even if it were true, that Theodosius, for the sake of

Britain, would send us help. Therefore, we must stand fast. ... My

friends, it is above all things strange to see how men bear ill news!

Often the strongest till then become the weakest, while the weakest, as

it were, reach up and steal strength from the Gods. So it was with us.

Yet my Pertinax by his jests and his courtesy and his labours had put

heart and training into our poor numbers during the past years--more

than I should have thought possible. Even our Libyan Cohort--the

Third--stood up in their padded cuirasses and did not whimper.

'In three days came seven chiefs and elders of the Winged Hats. Among

them was that tall young man, Amal, whom I had met on the beach, and he

smiled when he saw my necklace. We made them welcome, for they were

ambassadors. We showed them Allo, alive but bound. They thought we had

killed him, and I saw it would not have vexed them if we had. Allo saw

it too, and it vexed him. Then in our quarters at Hunno we came to

Council.

'They said that Rome was falling, and that we must join them. They

offered me all South Britain to govern after they had taken a tribute

out of it.

'I answered, "Patience. This Wall is not weighed off like plunder. Give

me proof that my General is dead."

'"Nay," said one elder, "prove to us that he lives"; and another said

cunningly, "What will you give us if we read you his last words?"

'"We are not merchants to bargain," cried Amal. "Moreover, I owe this

man my life. He shall have his proof." He threw across to me a letter

(well I knew the seal) from Maximus.

'"We took this out of the ship we sank," he cried. "I cannot read, but I

know one sign, at least, which makes me believe." He showed me a dark

stain on the outer roll that my heavy heart perceived was the valiant

blood of Maximus.

'"Read!" said Amal. "Read, and then let us hear whose servants you are!"

'Said Pertinax, very softly, after he had looked through it: "I will

read it all. Listen, barbarians!" He read that which I have carried next

my heart ever since.'

Parnesius drew from his neck a folded and spotted piece of parchment,

and began in a hushed voice:--

'"_To Parnesius and Pertinax, the not unworthy Captains of the Wall,

from Maximus, once Emperor of Gaul and Britain, now prisoner waiting

death by the sea in the camp of Theodosius--Greeting and Good-bye!_"

'"Enough," said young Amal; "there is your proof! You must join us now!"

'Pertinax looked long and silently at him, till that fair man blushed

like a girl. Then read Pertinax:--

'"_I have joyfully done much evil in my life to those who have wished me

evil, but if ever I did any evil to you two I repent, and I ask your

forgiveness. The three mules which I strove to drive have torn me in

pieces as your Father prophesied. The naked swords wait at the tent door

to give me the death I gave to Gratian. Therefore I, your General and

your emperor, send you free and honourable dismissal from my service,

which you entered, not for money or office, but, as it makes me warm to

believe, because you loved me!_"

'"By the Light of the Sun," Amal broke in. "This was in some sort a Man!

We may have been mistaken in his servants!"

'And Pertinax read on: "_You gave me the time for which I asked. If I

have failed to use it, do not lament. We have gambled very splendidly

against the Gods, but they hold weighted dice, and I must pay the

forfeit. Remember, I have been; but Rome is; and Rome will be. Tell

Pertinax his Mother is in safety at Nicaea, and her monies are in charge

of the Prefect at Antipolis. Make my remembrances to your Father and to

your Mother, whose friendship was great gain to me. Give also to my

little Picts and to the Winged Hats such messages as their thick heads

can understand. I would have sent you three Legions this very day if all

had gone aright. Do not forget me. We have worked together. Farewell!

Farewell! Farewell!_"

'Now, that was my Emperor's last letter.' (The children heard the

parchment crackle as Parnesius returned it to its place.)

'"I was mistaken," said Amal. "The servants of such a man will sell

nothing except over the sword. I am glad of it." He held out his hand to

me.

'"But Maximus has given you your dismissal," said an elder. "You are

certainly free to serve--or to rule--whom you please. Join--do not

follow--join us!"

'"We thank you," said Pertinax. "But Maximus tells us to give you such

messages as--pardon me, but I use his words--your thick heads can

understand." He pointed through the door to the foot of a catapult wound

up.

'"We understand," said an elder. "The Wall must be won at a price?"

'"It grieves me," said Pertinax, laughing, "but so it must be won," and

he gave them of our best Southern wine.

'They drank, and wiped their yellow beards in silence till they rose to

go.

'Said Amal, stretching himself (for they were barbarians): "We be a

goodly company; I wonder what the ravens and the dogfish will make of

some of us before this snow melts."

'"Think rather what Theodosius may send," I answered; and though they

laughed, I saw that my chance shot troubled them.

'Only old Allo lingered behind a little.

'"You see," he said, winking and blinking, "I am no more than their dog.

When I have shown their men the secret short ways across our bogs, they

will kick me like one."

'"Then I should not be in haste to show them those ways," said Pertinax,

"till I was sure that Rome could not save the Wall."

'"You think so? Woe is me!" said the old man. "I only wanted peace for

my people," and he went out stumbling through the snow behind the tall

Winged Hats.

'In this fashion then, slowly, a day at a time, which is very bad for

doubting troops, the War came upon us. At first the Winged Hats swept in

from the sea as they had done before, and there we met them as

before--with the catapults; and they sickened of it. Yet for a long time

they would not trust their duck-legs on land, and I think, when it came

to revealing the secrets of the tribe, the little Picts were afraid or

ashamed to show them all the roads across the heather. I had this from a

Pict prisoner. They were as much our spies as our enemies, for the

Winged Hats oppressed them, and took their winter stores. Ah, foolish

Little People!

'Then the Winged Hats began to roll us up from each end of the Wall. I

sent runners Southward to see what the news might be in Britain, but the

wolves were very bold that winter, among the deserted stations where the

troops had once been, and none came back. We had trouble, too, with the

forage for the ponies along the Wall. I kept ten, and so did Pertinax.

We lived and slept in the saddle, riding east or west, and we ate our

worn-out ponies. The people of the town also made us some trouble till I

gathered them all in one quarter behind Hunno. We broke down the Wall on

either side of it to make as it were a citadel. Our men fought better in

close order.

'By the end of the second month we were deep in the War as a man is deep

in a snowdrift, or in a dream. I think we fought in our sleep. At least

I know I have gone on the Wall and come off again, remembering nothing

between, though my throat was harsh with giving orders, and my sword, I

could see, had been used.

'The Winged Hats fought like wolves--all in a pack. Where they had

suffered most, there they charged in most hotly. This was hard for the

defenders, but it held them from sweeping on into Britain.

'In those days Pertinax and I wrote on the plaster of the bricked

archway into Valentia the names of the towers, and the days on which

they fell one by one. We wished for some record.

'And the fighting? The fight was always hottest to left and right of the

great statue of Roma Dea, near to Rutilianus's house. By the Light of

the Sun, that old fat man, whom we had not considered at all, grew young

again among the trumpets! I remember he said his sword was an oracle!

"Let us consult the Oracle," he would say, and put the handle against

his ear, and shake his head wisely. "And _this_ day is allowed

Rutilianus to live," he would say, and, tucking up his cloak, he would

puff and pant and fight well. Oh, there were jests in plenty on the Wall

to take the place of food!

'We endured for two months and seventeen days--always being pressed from

three sides into a smaller space. Several times Allo sent in word that

help was at hand. We did not believe it, but it cheered our men. 'The

end came not with shoutings of joy, but, like the rest, as in a dream.

The Winged Hats suddenly left us in peace for one night and the next

day; which is too long for spent men. We slept at first lightly,

expecting to be roused, and then like logs, each where he lay. May you

never need such sleep! When I waked our towers were full of strange,

armed men, who watched us snoring. I roused Pertinax, and we leaped up

together.

'"What?" said a young man in clean armour. "Do you fight against

Theodosius? Look!"

'North we looked over the red snow. No Winged Hats were there. South we

looked over the white snow, and behold there were the Eagles of two

strong Legions encamped. East and west we saw flame and fighting, but by

Hunno all was still.

'"Trouble no more," said the young man. "Rome's arm is long. Where are

the Captains of the Wall?"

'We said we were those men.

'"But you are old and grey-haired," he cried. "Maximus said that they

were boys."

'"Yes, that was true some years ago," said Pertinax. "What is our fate

to be, you fine and well-fed child?"

'"I am called Ambrosius, a secretary of the Emperor," he answered. "Show

me a certain letter which Maximus wrote from a tent at Aquileia, and

perhaps I will believe."

'I took it from my breast, and when he had read it he saluted us,

saying: "Your fate is in your own hands. If you choose to serve

Theodosius, he will give you a Legion. If it suits you to go to your

homes, we will give you a Triumph."

'"I would like better a bath, wine, food, razors, soaps, oils, and

scents," said Pertinax, laughing.

'"Oh, I see you are a boy," said Ambrosius. "And you?" turning to me.

'"We bear no ill-will against Theodosius, but in War----" I began.

'"In War it is as it is in Love," said Pertinax. "Whether she be good or

bad, one gives one's best once, to one only. That given, there remains

no second worth giving or taking."

'"That is true," said Ambrosius. "I was with Maximus before he died. He

warned Theodosius that you would never serve him, and frankly I say I am

sorry for my Emperor."

'"He has Rome to console him," said Pertinax. "I ask you of your

kindness to let us go to our homes and get this smell out of our

nostrils."

'None the less they gave us a Triumph!'

'It was well earned,' said Puck, throwing some leaves into the still

water of the marlpit. The black, oily circles spread dizzily as the

children watched them.

'I want to know, oh, ever so many things,' said Dan. 'What happened to

old Allo? Did the Winged Hats ever come back? And what did Amal do?'

'And what happened to the fat old General with the five cooks?' said

Una. 'And what did your Mother say when you came home? ...'

'She'd say you're settin' too long over this old pit, so late as 'tis

already,' said old Hobden's voice behind them. 'Hst!' he whispered.

He stood still, for not twenty paces away a magnificent dog-fox sat on

his haunches and looked at the children as though he were an old friend

of theirs.

'Oh, Mus' Reynolds, Mus' Reynolds!' said Hobden, under his breath. 'If I

knowed all was inside your head, I'd know something wuth knowin'. Mus'

Dan an' Miss Una, come along o' me while I lock up my liddle hen-house.'

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