“Behold,” said Gerard, “the very elements must be warmed to suit her skin; what had the saints said, which still chose the coldest pool? Away, ere she come down and catch us.”
They paid the score, and left the “Tete d'Or,” while its mistress was washing her hands.
CHAPTER XXXVIII
Outside the town they found the snow fresh trampled by innumerable wolves every foot of the road.
“We did well to take the old man's advice, Denys.”
“Ay did we. For now I think on't, I did hear them last night scurrying under our window, and howling and whining for man's flesh in yon market-place. But no fat burgher did pity the poor vagabones, and drop out o' window.”
Gerard smiled, but with an air of abstraction. And they plodded on in silence.
“What dost meditate so profoundly?”
“Thy goodness.”