"No," answered the girl, and some of the colour went out of her face, leaving it the finest, purest olive in tint. "Then say no more about your wish to have a name as a _routier_ and to be the terror of the countryside, till you have experienced what it is that terrorises the land." "One must live," said Noémi. "One may live by helping others to live--as does the peasant, and the artisan, as the merchant; or by destroying the life of others--as does the _routier_ and the vulgar robber," answered Jean. Then Noémi caught his wrist and drew him aside under an archway. Her quick eye had seen the castellan coming that way; he had not been in the castle in the face of the rock, but in the town; and he was now on his way back. He would find the means of ascent broken, and must repair it before reaching his eyrie. "Who is the fool now?" said Jean del' Peyra. "You, who were knocking away the steps below you, calculating that if you destroyed that stair, you could still descend by the custodian's rope and windlass. See--he was not there. You would have been fast as a prisoner till the ladder was restored; and small bones would have been made of you, Gros Guillem's daughter, for playing such a prank as that!" Unseen they watched the man storming, swearing, angrily gathering up the pegs and wedges and the hammer, and ascending the riskful flight of steps to replace the missing pieces of wood in their sockets, and peg them firmly and sustainingly with their wedges. "What you did in your thoughtlessness, that your father and the like of him do in their viciousness, and do on a grander scale," said Jean. "They are knocking away the pegs in the great human ladder, destroying the sower with his harvest, the merchant with his trade, the mason, the carpenter, the weaver with their crafts, the scholar with his learning, the man of God with his lessons of peace and goodwill. And at last Le Gros Guillem and such as he will be left alone, above a ruined world on the wreckage of which he has mounted, to starve, when there is nothing more to be got, because the honest getters have all been struck down. Who is the fool now?" "Have done!" said the girl impatiently. "You have moralised enough--you should be a clerk!" "We are all made moralists when we see honesty trampled under foot. Well for you, Noémi, with your light head and bad heart----" "My bad heart!" "Aye, your bad heart. Well for you that you are a harmless girl and not a boy, or you would have followed quick in your father's steps and built yourself up as hateful a name." "I, a harmless girl?" "Yes, a harmless girl. Your hands are feeble, and however malicious your heart, you can do none a mischief, save your own self." "You are sure of that?" "Mercifully it is so. The will to hurt and ruin may be present, but you are weak and powerless to do the harm you would." "Is a woman so powerless?" "Certainly."