Part! No!"

You have thought?" he insisted.

I will not part." She took his hand. "If this meant death, now, I

would not let you go."

"If it meant death," he said, and she felt his grip upon her fingers.

He looked about him as if he feared to see the little people coming as

he spoke. And then: "It may mean death."

Now tell me," she said.

They tried to stop my coming."

How?"

And as I came out of my workshop where I make the Food of the Gods for

the Cossars to store in their camp, I found a little officer of

police--a man in blue with white clean gloves--who beckoned me to stop.

This way is closed!' said he. I thought little of that; I went round my

workshop to where another road runs west, and there was another officer.

This road is closed!' he said, and added: 'All the roads are closed!'"

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