Well, God's will must obtain on earth; none can thwart it; none foretell——
At the thought I looked down at Penelope, where I held her clasped; and I told her of the vision of Thiohero.
She remained very still when she learned what the Little Maid of Askalege had seen there beside me in the cannon-cloud, where the German foresters of Hainau, in their outlandish dress, were shouting and shooting.
For Penelope had seen the same white shape; and had been, she said, afeard that it was my own weird she saw,—so white it seemed to her, she said,—so still and shrouded in its misty veil.
"Was it I?" she whispered in an awed voice. "Was it truly I that the Oneida virgin saw? And did she know my features in the shroud?"
"She saw you all in white and flowers, floating there near me like mist at sunrise."
"She told you it was I?"
"Dying, she so told me. And, 'Yellow Hair,' she gasped, 'is quite a witch!' And then she died between my arms."
"I am no witch," she whispered.
"Nor was the Little Maid of Askalege. Both of you, I think, saw at times things that we others can not perceive until they happen;—the shadow of events to come."