Halcyone

Halcyone, by Elinor Glyn

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Title: Halcyone
Author: Elinor Glyn
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HALCYONE

BY ELINOR GLYN
AUTHOR OF "THE REASON WHY," "HIS HOUR," "THREE

WEEKS," ETC.
[Frontispiece]
1912

TO THE MEMORY OF MY KIND FRIEND
LORD ST. HELIER
WHOSE SYMPATHY WITH MY CLASSICAL STUDIES SO
GREATLY ENCOURAGED THEM
[Greek: DRASANTI PATHEIN]

"And now they are past the last blue headland and in the open sea; and
there is nothing round them but the waves and the sky and the wind.
But the waves are gentle and the sky is clear, and the breeze is tender
and low; for these are the days when Halcyone and Ceyx build their
nest and no storms ever ruffle the pleasant summer sea. And who were
Halcyone and Ceyx? Halcyone was a fairy maiden, the daughter of the
beach and of the wind. And she loved a sailor-boy and married him;
and none on earth were so happy as they. But at last Ceyx was wrecked;
and before he could swim to the shore, the billows swallowed him up.
And Halcyone saw him drowning and leapt into the sea to him; but in
vain. Then the Immortals took pity on them both, and changed them
into two fair sea-birds, and now they build a floating nest every year
and sail up and down for ever upon the pleasant seas of Greece."
THE HEROES, Kingsley.

HALCYONE
CHAPTER I

Outside one of the park gates there was a little house. In the prosperous
days of the La Sarthe it had been the land steward's--but when there
was no longer any land to steward it had gone with the rest, and for
several years had been uninhabited.
One day in early spring Halcyone saw smoke coming out of the
chimney. This was too interesting a fact not to be investigated; she
resented it, too--because a hole in the park paling had often let her into
the garden and there was a particularly fine apple tree there whose fruit
she had yearly enjoyed.
She crept nearer, a tall, slender shape, with mouse-colored hair waving
down her back, and a scarlet cap pulled jauntily over her brow--the
delightful feeling of adventure tingling in her veins. Yes, the gap was
there, it had not been mended yet--she would penetrate and see for
herself who this intruder could be.
She climbed through and stole along the orchard and up to the house.
Signs of mending were around the windows, in the shape of a new
board here and there in the shutters; but nothing further. She peeped
over the low sill, and there her eyes met those of an old man seated in a
shabby armchair, amid piles and piles of books. He had evidently been
reading while he smoked a long, clay pipe.
He was a fine old man with a splendid presence, his gray hair was
longer than is usual and a silvery beard flowed over his chest.
Halcyone at once likened him to Cheiron in the picture of him in her
volume of Kingsley's "Heroes."
They stared at one another and the old man rose and came to the
window.
Halcyone did not move.
"Who are you, little girl?" he said. "And what do you want?"
"I want to know who you are, and why you have come here?" she

answered fearlessly. "I am Halcyone, you know."
The old man smiled.
"That ought to tell me everything," he said, gravely, "but unfortunately
it does not! Who is Halcyone?"
"I live at La Sarthe Chase with the Aunts La Sarthe," she said proudly,
as though La Sarthe Chase had been Windsor Castle--"and I have been
accustomed to play in this garden. I don't like your being here much."
"I am sorry for that, because it suits me and I have bought it. But how
would it be if I said you might come into the garden still and play?
Would you forgive me then for being here?"
"I might," said Halcyone. "What are all these books for?"
"They are to read."
"I knew that--" and she frowned, beetling her delicate dark brows, "but
why such a lot? You can never read them all."
The old man smiled.
"I have read most of them already," he said. "I have had plenty of time,
you see."
"Yes, I dare