42 The Flame-Flower

as the shadow passed. Then Evan thought
of the saying of men that Morddec’s mother,
the wolf-woman, had the power of passing
through the air at will.

Then as the cloud passed, Honora drew
her hand out from the hand of Evan, where
it had lain; and when Evan noticed this
and looked upon her, she turned away her
head and would not look at him; but bit her
lip and gazed away gloomily at the dark
forests.

Then she turned from Evan and little
Flamma, saying no word, and so went slowly
back to the house; Evan gazing after her,
wondering.

Evan took the child by the hand, and fol-
lowed his wife to the house.

“Honora,” he said, ‘this day is the day
of the year on which we were wed; and my
freemen prepare a feast for us that we may
rejoice, and they in our happiness!”

But she turned away her head, making no
answer.

Evan said, ‘I pray you come and show
yourself to them; for they wait to lay their