The Demi-gods

rs had not

. The air looked cold, and it began to look sharp instead of muddy; now the trees and bushes stood apart; they seemed lonely and unguarded in that chill dawn

the symbol and signature of death, and from it no one knows what may come at an instant; for silence is not quietness, it is the enemy of quietness; against it your watch must climb the tower and stare in

s, this is terrifying; a lonely sea stretching beyond sight and upon which there is no ripple holds the

In space and silence she had been cradled; they were her foster-parents, and if ever she looked or listened it was to see and hear something quite other th

beard and a great brow; the expression of his quiet features was that of a

s of age; his features were regular and very determined; his face looked strong, comely as tho

ious night in one lightning peep while she slid away from their approach. It was from him she had

t her, and, as yet, she could not support such a look. She knew that if she were stretched in sleep and he app

not look

not recognise that tune although the sound of it was thrilling through all her body. Softly, more softly, O Prophetic Voice! I do not know your speech; I do not know what happiness you are promising; is it of the

e did not comprehend; but it was not a bird that sang to her, it was her own