I envied Ringan his ease, and Bertrand his light cheerfulness, and Donaldson his unshaken gravity, and especially I envied Shalah his godlike calm.

But most of all I envied Elspeth the courage which could know desperate fear and never show it.

Most likely I did myself some wrong.

Most likely my own face was firm enough, but, if it were, 'twas a poor clue to the brain behind it.

I fell to wondering about Grey still travelling in the woods.