I seen such a perfect embodiment of grace and elegance as that boy as
he stood there for a moment poised to the throw; the afternoon sunshine
warm and strong on his bunched brown hair, a girlish flush of shyness
on his handsome face, and the sleek perfection of his limbs, clear cut
against the dusky background beyond. And now the javelin was going.
Surely the mystic would think better of it at the last moment! No! the
initiate held his ground with tight-shut lips and retrospective eyes,
and even as I looked the weapon flew upon its errand.

"There goes the soul of a fool!" I exclaimed, and as the words were
uttered the spear struck, or seemed to, between the neck and shoulder,
but instead of piercing rose high into the air, quivering and flashing,
and presently turning over, fell back, and plunged deep into the turf,
while a low murmur of indifferent pleasure went round amongst the
onlookers.

Thereat An, yawning gently, looked to me and said, "A strong-willed
fellow, isn't he, friend?"

I hesitated a minute and then asked, "Was it WILL which turned that
shaft?"

She answered with simplicity, "Why, of course--what else?"

By this time another boy had stepped out, and having chosen a javelin,
tested it with hand and foot, then retiring a pace or two rushed up to
the throwing mark and flung it straight and true into the bared bosom
of the man. And as though it had struck a wall of brass, the shaft
leapt back falling quivering at the thrower's feet. Another and
another tried unsuccessfully, until at last, vexed at their futility, I
said, "I have a somewhat scanty wardrobe that would be all the better
for that fellow's summer suiting, by your leave I will venture a throw
against him."

"It is useless," answered An; "none but one who knows more magic than
he, or is especially befriended by the Fates can touch him through the
envelope he has put on."

"Still, I think I will try."

"It is hopeless, I would not willingly see you fail," whispered the
girl, with a sudden show of friendship.

"And what," I said, bending down, "would you give me if I succeeded?"
Whereat An laughed a little uneasily, and, withdrawing her hand from
mine, half turned away. So I pushed through the spectators and stepped
into the ring. I went straight up to the pile of weapons, and having
chosen one went over to the mystic. "Good fellow," I cried out
ostentatiously, trying the sharpness of the javelin-point with my
finger, "where are