her out from her fearful home? What brilliant but sinful scheme had
her genius planned? Above all, what future evil did this portend? Thus
at first it was only questions. And then the old grey-beards spoke,
each one to a little group; they had seen her out before, had known
her when she was younger, and had noted the evil things that had
followed her goings: the small groups listened well to their low and
earnest voices. No one asked questions now or guessed at her infamous
errand, but listened only to the wise old men who knew the things that
had been, and who told the younger men of the dooms that had come
before.

Nobody knew how many times she had left her dreaded house; but the
oldest recounted all the times that they knew, and the way she had
gone each time, and the doom that had followed her going; and two
could remember the earthquake that there was in the street of the
shearers.

So were there many tales of the times that were, told on the pavement
near the old green doors by the edge of the cobbled street, and the
experience that the aged men had bought with their white hairs might
be had cheap by the young. But from all their experience only this was
clear, that never twice in their lives had she done the same infamous
thing, and that the same calamity twice had never followed her goings.
Therefore it seemed that means were doubtful and few for finding out
what thing was about to befall; and an ominous feeling of gloom came
down on the street of the ox-butchers. And in the gloom grew fears of
the very worst. This comfort they only had when they put their fear
into words--that the doom that followed her goings had never yet been
anticipated. One feared that with magic she meant to move the moon;
and he would have dammed the high tide on the neighbouring coast,