IN THE CLOISTER Marcos and Sarrion went back to Pampeluna in the dusk of the winter evening, each meditating over that which they had seen and heard.

Leon had become a Jesuit.

And Juanita was worse--infinitely worse than alone in the world.
Marcos needed no telling of all that lay behind Leon's scared silence; for his father had brought him up in an atmosphere of plain language and wide views of mankind.

Sarnon himself had seen Navarre ruined, its men sacrificed, its women made miserable by a war which had lasted intermittently for thirty years.

He had seen the simple Basques, who had no means of verifying that which their priests told them, fighting desperately and continuously for a lie.