19/24 They'll not thank you." Rudolph nodded back at her, with a queer smile, half reckless and half confident. Others, in the shade of the wall, cackled when they saw a Son of the Red-Haired so beplastered and sopping. A few pointed at his bundle, with grunts of sudden interest; and a leper, bearing the visage as of a stone lion defaced by time, cried something harshly. At his words, the whole band of idlers began to chatter. She sat watching them sharply. |