CHAPTER XLIV.
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HE had found thrown up upon the rocks, seaworthy again, and had hung a cluster of pine-cones at its bows, because Este had told her that they were the symbol of Etruscan Nethlans, the god of the deep sea.
'He brought me back to you,' she said, thinking of that night of peril, and, like a child as she still was in some things, she thought to please and to propitiate the Sea-king by thus hanging his emblem at her bows.
But the boat she could use little; he did not choose she should go far afield, and her love of wandering was tamed and stilled, her world was narrowed to one human life; she was like the nightingale that came so far,
