Kate had visited it so often that the tangled path which led thither was as familiar to her as if it had been a well-beaten road.

It lay right away in the very heart of the forest, and save for the majestic size of the oak beneath which the chests had been buried, had nothing to mark the spot.

Now there were traces of much digging.

The ground all around had been disturbed again and yet again by eager searchers, each hopeful to come upon some clue missed by all the rest.

But nothing, save the remains of a few iron-bound chests, served to show that anything had once been secreted there; and the moonlight shone steadily and peacefully down upon the scene of so many heart-burnings and grievous disappointments, as though such things did not and could not exist in such a still and lovely place.
"Ah, if she would but tell us all she has seen!" said Kate, looking up towards the silver Queen of Night.