Chapter 17 BENEATH THE SURFACE

Up came the dusk to the doors of the king's palace-a hurry of grey banners flowing into the empty ways where the sun had been. Upon this high dominion Night could not advance unheralded, and here the Twilight messengered her coming long after the dark lay thick on the lowland and on the toiling water.

St. George, leaning from Amory's window, loo