Chapter 72

After the feeding and littering-up were done Robert sat down with a pipe to watch for the lights at the ‘Mermaid’s Rest.’ He had not been able to see them before, but now it was clear weather again. There they were! Calm, golden lights, beaming on others, not on him. Tender lights of a home that was not his! Well, they beamed. That was something. Into the drear night of hatred and pain they gleamed, and it was he that was going to keep them alight. So, with lamp and fire for company, he sat all night, waiting for h…