Stand by me, but lay no hand on me or my robe, and look into my glass while for a moment, for your sake, I stay the stream of time and show you what lies beneath its foam that blinds the eyes of men.' "He waved his arms and the black doves and the white doves ceased to appear and disappear, and the eternal soughings of their wings was silent.

He pointed to the water at his feet and I saw, not a picture, but a scene so real that I could have sworn it was alive about me.

Yes, those who took part in it stood in front of me as though the pool were solid ground that their feet pressed.

_You_ were one of them, son, _you_ were one of them," and the old knight paused, supporting himself against the mantel-shelf as though that recollection overcame him.
"What did you see ?" whispered Hugh.
"By God's holy name, I saw the Blythburgh Marshes deep in snow that was red, blood-red with the light of sunrise.

Oh! I could not be mistook, and there ran the wintry river, there the church tower soared, there were the frowning, tree-clad banks.