She went to open the door, but abruptly shut it.
"I do not know why I am thus upset. Will you accompany me as far as the entrance gate?"
Little-cypress held her up till they got to the gate; he had just left her and turned his head, when he heard her call for help in a voice full of anguish. He hurriedly turned round; no one was to be seen.
As he was looking for her with stupefaction his eyes fell on a big cobweb, stretched in the corner of the wall. The ugly and gigantic insect held in its claws a dragon-fly who was struggling and dolefully crying. Affected by this sight, he hastened to deliver it.
The pretty insect immediately flew in the direction of the Pavilion-of-the-guests. Little-cypress saw it go in at the window and alight on the stone for grinding the ink.
Then it arose again and alighted on the paper which was placed on the table; there it oddly crawled, retracing its steps, returning, advancing, and stopping. After a moment it took its flight and disappeared in the sky.
Little-cypress, much puzzled, approached and looked; on the paper was written in big strokes the word "Thanks."
THE FAULT AND ITS CONSEQUENCES
When Dawning-colour was on the point of dying, he called his mother to him.