Chapter 11

Truth is the precious harvest of the earth.

But once, when harvest waved upon a land,

The noisome cankerworm and caterpillar,

Locusts, and all the swarming foul-born broods,

Fastened upon it with swift, greedy jaws,

And turned the harvest into pestilence,

Until men said, What profits it to sow?

FELIX was going to Sproxton that