“Go up,” said Evarra, probably glad to get rid of me, “as far as Fallen Tree, where you can see the Leap between that and the clearing. I will join you presently. You can see the procession best from there, when it first comes out of the wood.”
The dew was not yet gone up from the shadows nor the virgin morning warmed a whit toward noon; the creek sang at the curve, I felt the axles of the earth sing as it swung eastward. I spread out my arms in the trail and touched the tips of the growing things, and felt the tide of abundant life rise through my fingers. Herman strode in the trail ahead and called over his shoulder:
“What are you laughing at back there, Mona?”
“News,” I answered, for I had remembered suddenly something Trastevera had said to me.
“What news?”
“How should I know, except that it is good news? The meadowsweet told it to me. What’s yours?”
“That Treasure you’re so keen about; they’ve really got it. I’ve talked with men who’ve seen it.”
“Noche?”
“He hasn’t come back yet, but Waddyn, one of the keepers—there were four of them—dug it up ten years ago and reburied it.”
“But why?”