They had no heart now for more than just to fly from that haunted
place, and before night fell in the valley they were already far away.
In vain Silencieux listened for the sound of her lover's step in the
wood, for he had vowed that he would never look upon her face again.
CHAPTER XVI
THE FIRST TALK ON THE HILLS
Antony took Beatrice to the high hills where all the year long the sun
and the snow shine together. He was afraid of the sea, for the sea was
Silencieux's for ever. In its depths lay a magic harp which filled all
its waves with music--music lovely and accursed, the voice of
Silencieux. That he must never hear again. He would pile the hills
against his ears. Inland and upland, he and Beatrice should go, ever
closer to the kind heart of the land, ever nearer to the forgetful
silences of the sky, till huge walls of space were between them and that
harp of the sea. Nor in the whisper of leaves nor in the gloom of
forests should the thought of Silencieux beset them. The earth that
held least of her--to that earth they would go; the earth that rose
nearest to heaven.
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