ond and passed into a world as
unknown to her as this was to her child--who would have to be born yet
again before she could see her mother.

Watho called her Nycteris, and she grew as like Vesper as possible--in
all but one particular. She had the same dark skin, dark eyelashes and
brows, dark hair, and gentle, sad look; but she had just the eyes of
Aurora, the mother of Photogen, and if they grew darker as she grew
older, it was only a darker blue. Watho, with the help of Falca, took
the greatest possible care of her--in every way consistent with her
plans, that is, the main point in which was that she should never see
any light but what came from the lamp. Hence her optic nerves, and
indeed her whole apparatus for seeing, grew both larger and more
sensitive; her eyes, indeed, stopped short only of being too large. She
was a sadly dainty little creature. No one in the world except those two
was aware of the being of the little bat. Watho trained her to sleep
during the day, and wake during the night. She taught her music, and
taught her scarcely anything else.

VI.--HOW PHOTOGEN GREW.

The hollow in which the castle of Watho lay was a cleft in a plain
rather than a valley among hills, for at the top of its steep sides,
both north and south, was a table-land large and wide. It was covered
with rich grass and flowers, with here and there a wood, the outlying
colony of a great forest. These grassy plains were the finest hunting
grounds in the world. The chief of Watho's huntsmen was a fine fellow,
and when Photogen began to outgrow the training she could give him, she
handed him over to Fargu. He with a will set about teaching him all he
knew. He got him pony after pony, larger and larger as he grew, every
one less manageable than that which had preceded it, and advanced him
from pony to horse, and from horse to horse, until he was equal to
anything in that kind which the country produced. In similar fashion he
trained him to the use of bow and arrow substituting every three months
a stronger bow and longer arrows, and soon he became, even on horseback,
a wonderful archer. Every day, almost as soon as the sun was up, he went
out hunting, and would in general be out nearly the whole of the day.
But Watho had laid upon Fargu just one commandment, namely, that
Photogen should on no account, whatever the plea, be out until sun-down,
or so near it as to wake in him the desire of seeing what was going to
happen; and this