HALCYONE BY ELINOR GLYN AUTHOR OF "THE REASON WHY," "HIS HOUR," "THREE WEEKS," ETC. [Frontispiece] 1912 TO THE MEMORY OF MY KIND FRIEND LORD ST. HELIER WHOSE SYMPATHY WITH MY CLASSICAL STUDIES SO GREATLY ENCOURAGED THEM [Greek: DRASANTI PATHEIN] _"And now they are past the last blue headland and in the open sea; and there is nothing round them but the waves and the sky and the wind. But the waves are gentle and the sky is clear, and the breeze is tender and low; for these are the days when Halcyone and Ceyx build their nest and no storms ever ruffle the pleasant summer sea. And who were Halcyone and Ceyx? Halcyone was a fairy maiden, the daughter of the beach and of the wind. And she loved a sailor-boy and married him; and none on earth were so happy as they. But at last Ceyx was wrecked; and before he could swim to the shore, the billows swallowed him up. And Halcyone saw him drowning and leapt into the sea to him; but in vain. Then the Immortals took pity on them both, and changed them into two fair sea-birds, and now they build a floating nest every year and sail up and down for ever upon the pleasant seas of Greece."_ THE HEROES, _Kingsley._ HALCYONE CHAPTER I Outside one of the park gates there was a little house. In the prosperous days of the La Sarthe it had been the land steward's--but when there was no longer any land to steward it had gone with the rest, and for several years had been uninhabited. One day in early spring Halcyone saw smoke coming out of the chimney. This was too interesting a fact not to be investigated; she resented it, too--because a hole in the park paling had often let her into the garden and there was a particularly fine apple tree there whose fruit she had yearly enjoyed. She crept nearer, a tall, slender shape, with mouse-colored hair waving down her back, and a scarlet cap pulled jauntily over her brow--the delightful feeling of adventure tingling in her veins. Yes, the gap was there, it had not been mended yet--she would penetrate and see for herself who this intruder could be. She climbed through and stole along the orchard and up to the house. Signs of mending were around the windows, in the shape of a new board here and there in the shutters; but nothing further. She peeped over the low sill, and there her eyes met those of an old man seated in a shabby armchair, amid piles and piles of books. He had evidently been reading while he smoked a long, clay pipe. He was a fine old man with a splendid presence, his gray hair was longer than is usual and a silvery beard flowed over his chest. Halcyone at once likened him to Cheiron in the picture of him in her volume of Kingsley's "Heroes." They stared at one another and the old man rose and came to the window. Halcyone did not move. "Who are you, little girl?" he said. "And what do you want?" "I want to know who you are, and why you have come here?" she answered fearlessly. "I am Halcyone, you know." The old man smiled.