The old man looked down on him a moment steadily, and a look of
bewilderment came into his face. But he turned away again to the
simmering pots. The boy went to the window and, leaning upon the sill,
began to hum softly a sort of chant, while he watched a lizard running
hither and thither in the sun. As he hummed, the old man listened, and
presently, with his medicines in his hands and a half-startled look, he
came over to the lad.

"What are you humming?" he asked.

The lad answered: "A song of the wood-cutters."

"Sing it again," said Felion.

The lad began to sing:

"Here shall I build me my cedar house,
A city with gates, a road to the sea--
For I am the lord of the Earth! Hew! Hew!"

The old man stopped him. "What is your name?" "My name is Felion,"
answered the lad; and he put his face close to the jug that held the
steaming tinctures: but the old man caught the little chin in his huge
hand and bent back the head, looking long into the lad's eyes. At last he
caught little Felion's hand and hurried into the other room, where the
woman lay in a stupor. The old man came quickly to her and looked into
her face. Seeing, he gave a broken cry and said:

"Carille, my daughter! Carille!"