“That he loves you, and is for ever thinking of you. That he will always be true to you.”
“That I knew long ago. But how could you know that it was he?”
“It needs not long to find out that. Shall I tell you his name?”
“No,” answered the girl, colouring deeply. “Did he say anything else? Was he looking for a lamb that had strayed?”
“Yes, a favourite lamb, and he was afraid some fox might have harmed it.”
Bagga looked serious.
“It is here,” she said hesitatingly. “It strayed over here early in the summer, and I have been keeping it with our sheep. I knew it was his, and I could not bear to part with it. But tonight, when every one is asleep, I will take it over to Borg. Then he will find it in the morning, and be glad.”
She smiled with pleasure at the thought.
“Can’t you remember any more he said? Did you have a long talk with him?”
“Yes—but I have forgotten. He gave me these shoes I am wearing now.”