CHAPTER XIV

* * * * * I sat alone exhausted as if a great storm had passed over me, yet with release, relief sinking into me like a happy opiate. Brynhild? But that was utterly at his decision. I must take what crumbs fell to me and be thankful—thankful too if none came my way. I gave the order for camping, and mechanically watched Ormond’s men and mine setting up the little huts on the confines of the meadow of flowers. At the end of two hours he came back from some secret retreat above, plunging d…