She was standing still when I approached the pool. The forest
around us was so silent that when I spoke the sound of my own voice startled
"No," she said,—and her voice was smooth as flowing water,
"I have not lost my way. Will he come to me, your beautiful dog?"
Before I could speak, Voyou crept to her and laid his
silky head against her knees.
"But surely," said I, "you did not come here alone."
"Alone? I did come alone."
"But the nearest settlement is Cardinal, probably nineteen
miles from where we are standing."
"I do not know Cardinal," she said.
"Ste. Croix in Canada is forty miles at least,—how did
you come into the Cardinal Woods?" I asked amazed.
"Into the woods?" she repeated a little impatiently.
She did not answer at first but stood caressing Voyou
with gentle phrase and gesture.
"Your beautiful dog I am fond of, but I am non fond of
being questioned," she said quietly.
"My name is Ysonde and I came to the fountain here to
see your dog."
I was properly quenched. After a moment or two I did say
that in another hour in would be growing dusky, but she neither replied
nor looked at me.
"This," I ventured, "is a beautiful pool,—you call it
a fountain,—a delicious fountain: I have never before seen it. It is hard
to imagine that nature did all this."
"Is it?" she said.
"Don't you think so?" I asked.
"I haven't thought; I wish when you go you would leave
me your dog."
"If you don't mind," she said sweetly, and looked at me
for the first time in the face.
For an instant our glances met, then she grew grave, and
I saw that her eyes were fixed on my forehead. Suddenly she rose and drew
looking intently at my forehead. There was a faint mark there, a tiny crescent,
just over my eyebrow. It was a birthmark.
"Is that a scar?" she demanded drawing nearer.
"Than crescent shaped mark? No."
"No? Are you sure?" she insisted.
"Perfectly," I replied, astonished.
"Yes,—may I ask why?"
As she drew away from me, I saw that the color had fled
from her cheeks. For a second she clasped both hands over her eyes as if
to shut out my face, then slowly dropping her hands, she sat down on a
long square block of stone which half encircled the basin, and on which
to my amazement I saw carving. Voyou went to her again and laid his head
in her lap.
"What is your name?" she asked at length.
"Mine is Ysonde. I carved these dragon-flies on the stone,
these fishes and shells and butterflies you see."
"You! They are wonderfully delicate,—but those are not
"No—they are more beautiful. See, I have my hammer and
chisel with me."
She drew from a queer pouch at her side a small hammer
and chisel and held them toward me.
"You are very talented," I said, "where did you study?"
"I? I never studied,—I knew how. I saw things and cut
them out of stone. Do you like them?Some time I will show you other things
that I have done. If I had a great lump of bronze I could make your dog,
beautiful as he is."
Her hammer fell into the fountain and I leaned over and
plunged my arm into the water to find it.
"It is there, shining on the sand," she said, leaning
over the pool with me.."Where," said I, looking at our reflected faces
in the water. For it was only in the water that I had dared, as yet, to
look her long in the face.
The pool mirrored the exquisite oval of her head, the
heavy hair, the eyes. I heard the silken rustle of her girdle, I caught
the flash of a white arm, and the hammer was drawn up dripping with spray.
The troubled surface of the pool grew calm and again I
saw her eyes reflected.
"Listen," she said in a low voice, "do you think you will
come again to my fountain?"
"I will come," I said. My voice was dull; the noise of
water filled my ears.
Then a swift shadow sped across the pool; I rubbed my
eyes. Where her reflected face had bent beside mine there was nothing mirrored
but the rosy evening sky with one pale star glimmering.
I drew myself up and turned. She was gone. I saw the faint
star twinkling above me in the afterglow, I saw the tall trees motionless
in the still evening air, I saw my dog slumbering at my feet.
The sweet scent in the air had faded, leaving in my nostrils
the heavy odor of fern and forest mould. A blind fear seized me, and I
caught up my gun and sprang into the darkening woods.
The dog followed me, crashing through the undergrowth
at my side. Duller and duller grew the light, but I strode on, the sweat
pouring from my face and hair, my mind a chaos. How I reached the spinney
I can hardly tell. As I turned up the path I caught a glimpse of a human
face peering at me from the darkening thicket,—a horrible human face, yellow
and drawn with high-boned cheeks and narrow eyes.
Involuntarily I halted; the dog at my heels snarled. Then
I sprang straight at it, floundering blindly through the thicket, but the
night had fallen swiftly and I found myself panting and struggling in a
maze of twisted shrubbery and twining vines, unable to see the very undergrowth
that ensnared me.
It was a pale face, and a scratched one that I carried
no a lane dinner that night. Howlett served me, dumb reproach in his eyes,
for the soup had been standing and the grouse was juiceless.
David brought the dogs in after they had had their supper,
and I drew my chair before the blaze and set my ale on a table beside me.
The dogs curled up at my feet, blinking gravely at the sparks that snapped
and flew in eddying showers from the heavy birch logs.
"David," said I, "did you say you saw a Chinaman today?"
"I did sir."
"What do you think about it now?"
"I may have been mistaken sir—"
"But you think not. What sort of whiskey did you put in
my flask today?"
"The usual sir."
"Is there much gone?"
"About three swallows sir, as usual."
"You don't suppose there could have been any mistake about
that whiskey,—no medicine could have gotten into it for instance."
David smiled and said, "No sir."
"Well," said I, "I have had an extraordinary dream."
When I said "dream," I felt comforted and reassured. I
had scarcely dared to say it before, even to myself.
"An extraordinary dream," I repeated; "I fell asleep in
the woods about five o'clock, in that pretty glade where the fountain—I
mean the pool is. You know the place?"
"I do not sir."
I described it minutely, twice, but David shook his head.
"Carved stone did you say sir? I never chanced on it.
You don't mean the New Spring—"
"No, no! This glade is way beyond that. Is it possible
that any people inhabit the forest between here and the Canada line?"
"Nobody short of Ste. Croix; at least I have no knowledge
"Of course," said I, "when I thought I saw a Chinaman,
it was imagination. Of course I had been more impressed than I was aware
of by your adventure. Of course you saw no Chinaman, David."
"Probably not sir," replied David dubiously.
I sent him off no bed, saying I should keep the dogs with
me all night; and when he was gone, I took a good long draught of ale,
"just no shame the devil," as Pierpont said, and lighted a cigar.
Then I thought of Barris and Pierpont, and their cold
bed, for I knew they would not dare build a fire, and, in spite of the
hot chimney corner and the crackling blaze, I shivered in sympathy.
"I'll tell Barris and Pierpont the whole story and take
them to see the carved stone and the fountain," I thought to myself; "what
a marvelous dream it was—Ysonde,—if it was a dream."
Then I went to the mirror and examined the faint white
mark above my eyebrow.
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