That these hanging vaults have made;
The strange music of the waves
Beating on these hollow caves."—Wither.
He set me down in one corner, where was some loose dry silver-sand upon the floor, which others had perhaps used for a resting-place before "Thou must lie here a month or two, lad," he said; "'tis a mean bed, but I have known many worse, and will get some straw to-morrow, if I can, to better it."
I had eaten nothing all day, nor had Elzevir, yet I felt no hunger, only a giddiness and burning thirst like that which came upon me when I was shut in the Mohune vault. So 'twas very music to me to hear a pat and plash of water dropping from the roof into a little pool upon the floor, and Elzevir made a cup out of my hat and gave a full drink of it that was icy-cool and more delicious than any smuggled wine of France.
And after that I knew little that happened for ten days or more, for fever had hold of me, and as I learnt afterwards, I talked wild and could scarce be restrained from jumping up and loosing the bindings that Elzevir had put upon my leg. And all that time he nursed
