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The
man
who
seemed
their
chieftain
was
a
lean
giant
who
was
darker
but
,
under
his
darkness
,
paler
than
the
rest
.
On
his
forehead
was
a
queer
,
star
-
shaped
scar
.
He
rode
a
black
horse
,
and
before
him
he
held
close
with
his
left
arm
a
pretty
little
girl
dressed
in
strange
,
rich
clothes
.
The
big
man
’
s
hand
was
pressed
against
her
breast
as
he
held
her
;
but
though
it
was
a
large
hand
,
it
did
not
quite
cover
a
dark
-
red
stain
on
the
embroideries
of
her
dress
.
Her
dress
was
brown
,
and
she
had
brown
hair
and
soft
brown
eyes
like
a
little
doe
’
s
.
The
moment
I
saw
her
I
loved
her
.
The
black
horse
stopped
before
me
.
The
wild
troop
drew
up
and
waited
behind
.
The
great
,
lean
rider
looked
at
me
a
moment
,
and
then
,
lifting
the
little
girl
in
his
long
arms
,
bent
down
and
set
her
gently
on
her
feet
on
the
mossy
earth
in
the
mist
beside
me
.
I
got
up
to
greet
her
,
and
we
stood
smiling
at
each
other
.
And
in
that
moment
as
we
stood
the
black
horse
moved
forward
,
the
muffled
trampling
began
again
,
the
wild
company
swept
on
its
way
,
and
the
white
mist
closed
behind
it
as
if
it
had
never
passed
.
Of
course
I
know
how
strange
this
will
seem
to
people
who
read
it
,
but
that
cannot
be
helped
and
does
not
really
matter
.
It
was
in
that
way
the
thing
happened
,
and
it
did
not
even
seem
strange
to
me
.
Anything
might
happen
on
the
moor
—
anything
.
And
there
was
the
fair
little
girl
with
the
eyes
like
a
doe
’
s
.
I
knew
she
had
come
to
play
with
me
,
and
we
went
together
to
my
house
among
the
bushes
of
broom
and
gorse
and
played
happily
.
But
before
we
began
I
saw
her
stand
and
look
wonderingly
at
the
dark
-
red
stain
on
the
embroideries
on
her
childish
breast
.
It
was
as
if
she
were
asking
herself
how
it
came
there
and
could
not
understand
.
Then
she
picked
a
fern
and
a
bunch
of
the
thick
-
growing
bluebells
and
put
them
in
her
girdle
in
such
a
way
that
they
hid
its
ugliness
.
I
did
not
really
know
how
long
she
stayed
.
I
only
knew
that
we
were
happy
,
and
that
,
though
her
way
of
playing
was
in
some
ways
different
from
mine
,
I
loved
it
and
her
.
Presently
the
mist
lifted
and
the
sun
shone
,
and
we
were
deep
in
a
wonderful
game
of
being
hidden
in
a
room
in
a
castle
because
something
strange
was
going
to
happen
which
we
were
not
told
about
.
She
ran
behind
a
big
gorse
bush
and
did
not
come
back
.
When
I
ran
to
look
for
her
she
was
nowhere
.
I
could
not
find
her
,
and
I
went
back
to
Jean
and
Angus
,
feeling
puzzled
.
“
Where
did
she
go
?
”
I
asked
them
,
turning
my
head
from
side
to
side
.
They
were
looking
at
me
strangely
,
and
both
of
them
were
pale
.
Jean
was
trembling
a
little
.
“
Who
was
she
,
Ysobel
?
”
she
said
.
