XXII. "TO NOROWAY, TO NOROWAY" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 217 XXIII. DISPLEASURE OF "MONSIEUR AUGUSTIN" . . . . . . . . . . . 226 XXIV. CREEPING FATE. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 231 XXV. HISTORY OF A SCAR. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 242 XXVI. STE. BARBE--AND AFTERWARDS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 250 XXVII. LA VIREVILLE BREAKS HIS SWORD. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 261 XXVIII. MR. TOLLEMACHE AS AN ARCHANGEL . . . . . . . . . . . . . 272 XXIX. VÆ VICTIS! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 286 XXX. ATROPOS. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 294 XXXI. THE PAYING OF THE SCORE. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 302 XXXII. DEAD LEAVES. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 309 XXXIII. THE MAN SHE WOULD HAVE MARRIED . . . . . . . . . . . . . 318 XXXIV. MONSEIGNEUR'S GUEST. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 324 XXXV. MR. TOLLEMACHE AS A LINGUIST . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 335 XXXVI. ANNE-HILARION MAKES A PLAN, AND THE BISHOP A REVELATION. 345 XXXVII. THE CHILD UNLOCKS THE DOOR . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 354 BOOK FOUR THE OLDEST ROAD OF ALL XXXVIII. FLOWER OF THE GORSE. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 365 XXXIX. FLOWER OF THE FOAM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 375 BOOK ONE THE ROAD TO FRANCE "But, Thomas, ye sall haud your tongue, Whatever ye may hear or see; For speak ye word in Elflyn-land, Ye'll ne'er win back to your ain countrie." _THOMAS THE RHYMER._ CHAPTER I ANNE-HILARION GETS OUT OF BED (1) "And well ye ken, Maister Anne, ye should hae been asleep lang syne!" said Elspeth severely. Master Anne--M. le Comte Anne-Hilarion de Flavigny--gave a little sigh from the bed. "I _have_ tried . . . if you would say 'Noroway,' perhaps? . . . Say 'Noroway-over-the-foam,' Elspeth, je vous en prie!" "Dinna be using ony of yer French havers tae me, wean!" exclaimed the elderly woman thus addressed, still more threateningly. "Aweel then. . . . Ye're no' for 'True Thomas' the nicht?" The silky brown head on the pillow was shaken. "No, please. I like well enough the Queen of Elfland, but best of all 'Noroway-over-the-foam' and the shoes with cork heels." Elspeth Saunders grunted, for there was something highly congenial to her Calvinistic soul in that verse of 'Thomas the Rhymer' which deals with the Path of Wickedness--'Yon braid, braid road that lies across the lily leven,' and she was accustomed to render it with unction. However, she sat down, took up her knitting, and began: "'The king sat in Dunfermline toun Drinking the blude-red wine,'"