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THE GENTLE ROBBER
"’Sdeathl" cried the King. "’T is a madman fit but for a dungeon, yet, for the sake of my old friend, Guy of Lamont, can I not cast him there."
The lad groped his way unevenly down the marble steps of the palace as one gropes in a path that is full of pitfalls and has suddenly grown dark, and he wandered, not knowing where, through the dark streets, until he found himself in the square before the great cathedral. Here many were passing with hands full of flowers, red roses and tall white lilies and blue blossoms that grow pale among the wheat, for it was the feast day of a saint, and they went to deck the altar which stood within unfinished walls, that men might worship there under the blue sky.
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