shod he rode away without one word of thanks? I was so angry that I
wheeled his horse right round and walked him back three miles to the
Beacon, just to teach the old sinner politeness.'

'Were you invisible?' said Una. Puck nodded, gravely.

'The Beacon was always laid in those days ready to light, in case the
French landed at Pevensey; and I walked the horse about and about it
that lee-long summer night. The farmer thought he was bewitched--well,
he _was_, of course--and began to pray and shout. _I_ didn't care! I was
as good a Christian as he any fair-day in the County, and about four
o'clock in the morning a young novice came along from the monastery that
used to stand on the top of Beacon Hill.'

'What's a novice?' said Dan.

'It really means a man who is beginning to be a monk, but in those days
people sent their sons to a monastery just the same as a school. This
young fellow had been to a monastery in France for a few months every
year, and he was finishing his studies in the monastery close to his
home here. Hugh was his name, and he had got up to go fishing
hereabouts. His people owned all this valley. Hugh heard the farmer
shouting, and asked him what in the world he meant. The old man spun him
a wonderful tale about fairies and goblins and witches; and I _know_ he
hadn't seen a thing except rabbits and red deer all that night. (The
People of the Hills are like otters--they don't show except when they
choose.) But the novice wasn't a fool. He looked down at the horse's
feet, and saw the new shoes fastened as only Weland knew how to fasten
'em. (Weland had a way of turning down the nails that folks called the
Smith's Clinch.)