“How kind you are, North Wind!” “I am only just. All kindness is but justice. We owe it.” “I don't quite understand that.” “Never mind; you will some day. There is no hurry about understanding it now.” “Who blew the wind on me that made me brave?” “I did.” “I didn't see you.” “Therefore you can believe me.” “Yes, yes; of course. But how was it that such a little breath could be so strong?” “That I don't know.” “But you made it strong?” “No: I only blew it. I knew it would make you strong, just as it did the man in the boat, you remember. But how my breath has that power I cannot tell. It was put into it when I was made. That is all I know. But really I must be going about my work.” “Ah! the poor ship! I wish you would stop here, and let the poor ship go.” “That I dare not do. Will you stop here till I come back?” “Yes. You won't be long?” “Not longer than I can help. Trust me, you shall get home before the morning.” In a moment North Wind was gone, and the next Diamond heard a moaning about the church, which grew and grew to a roaring. The storm was up again, and he knew that North Wind's hair was flying. The church was dark. Only a little light came through the windows, which were almost all of that precious old stained glass which is so much lovelier than the new. But Diamond could not see how beautiful they were, for there was not enough of light in the stars to show the colours of them. He could only just distinguish them from the walls, He looked up, but could not see the gallery along which he had passed. He could only tell where it was far up by the faint glimmer of the windows of the clerestory, whose sills made part of it. The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that to be left alone is not always to be forsaken.