im Sunlocks. She turned her eyes
aside a moment, then quickly recovered herself and laughed a little,
partly to hide her own confusion and partly in joy at the sight of
his, and all this time he held her hand, arrested by a sudden
gladness, such as comes with the first sunshine of spring and the
scent of the year's first violet.

There was then the harsh scrape on the path of old Chalse A'Killey's
heavy feet going off, and, the spell being broken, Greeba was the
first to speak.

"You were glad when I went away--are you sorry that I have come back
again?"

But his breath was gone and he could not answer, so he only laughed,
and pulled the reins of the horse over its head and walked before it
by Greeba's side as she turned towards the stable. In the cowhouse
the kine were lowing, over the half-door a calf held out his red and
white head and munched and munched, on the wall a peacock was
strutting, and across the paved yard the two walked together, Greeba
and Michael Sunlocks, softly, without words, with quick glances and
quicker blushes.

Adam Fairbrother saw them from a window of the house, and he said
within himself, "Now God grant that this may be the end of all
partings between them and me." That chanced to be the day before Good
Friday, and it was only three days afterwards that Adam sent for
Michael Sunlocks to see him in his room.

Sunlocks obeyed, and found a strange man with the Governor. The
stranger was of more than middle age, rough of dress, bearded,
tanned, of long flaxen hair, an ungainly but colossal creature. When
they came face to face, the face of Michael Sunlocks fell, and that
of the man lightened visibly.

"This is your son, Stephen Orry," said old Adam, in a voice that
trembled and broke. "And this is your father, Michael Sunlocks."

Then Stephen Orry, with a depth of languor in his slow gray eyes,
made one step towards Michael Sunlocks, and half opened his arms as
if to embrace him. But a pitiful look of shame crossed his face at
that moment, and his arms fell again. At the same instant Michael
Sunlocks, growing very pale and dizzy, drew slightly back, and they
stood apart, with Adam between them.

"He has come for you to go away into his own country," Adam said,
falteringly.

It was Easter Day, nineteen years after Stephen Orry had fled from
Iceland.

CHAPTER VII.

THE VOW OF STEPHEN ORRY.

Stephen Orry's story was soon told. He desired that his son, being
now of an age