At this moment I became conscious that a door opposite me was open and
the curtain drawn a little way back. There, in the half-light, I saw
Mistress Ysolinde listening. She leaned her head aside as though it had
been heavy with its weight of locks of burned gold. She pillowed her
cheek against the door-post, and let her dreamy sea-green eyes rest upon
me. And the look that was in them gave me a sense of pleasure strange and
acute, as well as a restless uneasiness and vague desire to escape out
under the blue sky, and mingle with the throng of every-day men on the
streets of the city.

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CHAPTER XI

THE VISION IS THE CRYSTAL


Master Gerard, however, did not seem to be aware of her presence, for he
continued his catechism steadily.

"You mocked at their terrors, did you not, and told them that you, who
had seen the teeth of the Duke's hounds, had nothing to fear from the
bare gums of the White Wolf?"

"I knew that they but played," I answered, "and that I had little to
fear."

For with Ysolinde von Sturm watching me with her eyes I could not for