“Meagre indeed in these solitudes. She must browse like the sheep.”
“She traps the birds and little game of the open. Those are for feast days. In general she can make much of a few dried berries.”
“Together with what you give her?”
The man hung his head in silence.
“Are you the only one that knows of her eyrie?”
“The only one, master.”
“She hath suffered some great wrong?”
“A great, great wrong.”
Tuke looked keenly at his servant.
“I am neither curious nor insolent,” he said; “but if it would ever relieve your mind to acquaint me of the truth, I am your friend to counsel and help, Dennis.”