But her heart Avas sick and her feet Avear\', and she asked
always,—" Where is Paris ? "
At last they showed it her, that gleaming golden cloud
upon the purple haze of the horizon.
Bhe crossed her hands upon her beating breast, and
thanked the gods that they had thus given her to behold
the city of his desires.
The chief of the mimes Avatched her keenly.
" You look at Paris," he said after a time. " There you
may be great if you will."
" Great ? I ?"
She echoed the word with weary incredulity. She knew
h.e could but mock at her.
"Aye," he made ansAver seriously. "Even you! Why
i;ot? There is no dynasty that endures in that golden city
save only one—the sovereignty of a woman's beauty."
She started and shuddered a little; she thought that she
saw the Red Mouse stir amidst the grasses.
" I want no greatness," she said slowly. " What should
I do with it?"
For in her heart she thought:
" What Avould it serve me to be knoAvn to all the Avorld
and remembered by all the ages of men if he forget—forget
That night they halted in a little bright village of the
leafv and fruitful zone of the city—one of the fragrant and
joyous pleasure-places amongst the woods Avhere the students
and the young girls came for draughts of milk and plunder
of primroses, and dances by the light of the spring moon,
and love-words murmured as they fastened violets in each
The next day she entered Paris with them as one of
their oavu people.
"You may be great here, if you choose," they said to her.