myself against them has grown upon me. If
I could only live here for a while it would
be different.--Here's an odd-looking thing.
What do you call that?"

"We call it the Golden Fleece."

"The Golden Fleece! I can imagine a
Medea; but where is the Dragon?"

"If Jason came, the Dragon might appear."

"I remember reading somewhere that the
Dragon was less to be feared than Medea's
eyes. But this fleece seems to have lost
most of its gold. There is only a little gold
embroidery."

"It shows where the gold is hidden."

"It's you that are concealing something
now, Miss Trednoke. How can a woollen
garment be a talisman?"

"The secret might be woven into it,
perhaps," replied Miriam, passing her fingers
caressingly over the soft tunic. "Then, when
the right person puts it on, it would----But
you don't believe in these things."