BOOK IV. THE VICTIM APPROACHESA silence had fallen upon them. She satwatching where the light of the sun flickered among the birches; and he had the book in his hand, and was turning the pages idly. He read—
“I know these slopes; who knows them if not I?”
And she smiled, and quoted in return—
“Here cam’st thou in thy jocund youthful time, Here was thine height of strength, thy golden prime! And still the haunt beloved a virtue yields.”
Section 1. It was early one November afternoon, in his cabin in the forest, that Thyrsis wrote the last of his minstrel’s songs.He had not been able to tell when it would come to him, so he had made no preparations; but when the last word was on the paper, he sprang to his feet, and strode through the snow-clad forest to the nearest farm-house. The farme
