“An’ gratitude were substantial reward,” he said, “you were very substantially rewarded. ’Tis all I have to offer.”
“’Tis rare enough to be appreciated,” said Simon very grim.
Peregrine laughed. “I bid you adieu,” he said. He had got to the door when Simon came beside him.
“An’ you would find her you seek,” he said, “seek her in death’s chamber. She closes the eyes of the dead.”
“What mean you?” asked Peregrine. “You speak in parable.”
“No parable; in very truth. She has passed through this village more than once.”
“You have seen her, and yet you term me mad,” cried Peregrine.
Simon laughed. “I have spoken,” he said, and turned within the hovel.