knife heated in the flame she put
out my right eye. She herself did it. I am the son of a Priestess. She
was a Priestess. It was not work for any common man.'

'True! Most true,' said Puck. 'No common man's work, that. And,
afterwards?'

'Afterwards I did not see out of that eye any more. I found also that a
one eye does not tell you truly where things are. Try it!'

At this Dan put his hand over one eye, and reached for the flint
arrow-head on the grass. He missed it by inches. 'It's true,' he
whispered to Una. 'You can't judge distances a bit with only one eye.'

Puck was evidently making the same experiment, for the man laughed at
him.

'I know it is so,' said he. 'Even now I am not always sure of my blow. I
stayed with the Children of the Night till my eye healed. They said I
was the son of Tyr, the God who put his right hand in a Beast's mouth.
They showed me how they melted their red stone and made the Magic Knives
of it. They told me the charms they sang over the fires and at the
beatings. I can sing many charms.' Then he began to laugh like a boy.

'I was thinking of my journey home,' he said, 'and of the surprised
Beast. He had come back to the Chalk. I saw him--I smelt his lairs as
soon as ever I left the Trees. He did not know I had the Magic Knife--I
hid it under my cloak--the Knife that the Priestess gave me. Ho! Ho!
That happy day was too short! See! A Beast would wind me. "Wow!" he
would say, "here is my Flint-worker!" He would come leaping, tail in
air; he would roll; he would lay his head between his paws out of
merriness of heart at his warm, waiting meal. He would leap--and, oh,
his eye in mid-leap when he saw--when he saw the knife held ready for
him! It pierced his hide as a rush pierces curdled milk. Often he had no
time to howl. I did not trouble to flay any beasts I killed. Sometimes I
missed my blow. Then I took my little flint hammer and beat out his
brains as he cowered. He made no fight. He knew the knife! But The Beast
is very cunning. Before evening all The Beasts had smelt the blood on
my knife, and were running from me like hares. _They_ knew! Then I
walked as a man should--the Master of The Beast!

'So came I back to my Mother's house. There was a lamb to be killed. I
cut it in two halves with my knife, and I told her all my tale. She
said, "This is the work of a God." I kissed her and laughed. I went to
my Maiden who waited for me at the Dew-ponds. There was a lamb to be
killed.