Igraine for the moment felt heavy about the eyes.
“I should like to see him there in his little white stole,” she said. “Do you know, goodman, why so many children die?”
“Faith, madame, I have no learning,” said the fellow with a dumb stare.
“Because the great God loves to have children laughing for love of him in heaven.”
“Is’t so?”
“That is why he took your boy.”
The man’s face brightened with a new dignity.
“Little Rual was ever a gentle child,” he said. “I must tell my woman; it will just make her happy.”
“I will pray for her health.”
“God bless you, holy lady, you have a wise, kind heart.”