this. Daphne followed the shepherd god to a little clump of oak
trees, where she saw a small, rough gray tent, perhaps four feet
in height. Under it, on brown blankets, lay a bearded man, whose
eyes lighted at Apollo's approach. A blue bowl with a silver
spoon in it stood on the ground near his head, and a small heap
of charred sticks with an overhanging kettle showed that cooking
had been done there.

"The shepherd has a touch of fever," explained the guide.
"Meanwhile, somebody must take care of the sheep. I am glad to
get back my two occupations as shepherd and physician at the same
time."

The dog and his master accompanied her part way down the hill,
and the girl was silent, for her mind was busy, revolving many
thoughts. At the top of the last height above the villa she
stopped and looked at her companion. The sun was setting, and a
golden haze filled the air. It ringed with light the figure
before her, standing there, the face, with its beauty of color,
and its almost insolent joyousness, rising above the rough
sheepskin coat.

"Who are you?" she gasped, terrified. "Who are you, really?" The
confused splendor dazzled her eyes, and she turned and ran
swiftly down the hill.


CHAPTER V

"A man is ill," observed Daphne, in the Roman tongue.