In the warmth of the room it began to thaw and to break apart in clinging chunks.

These chunks rattled together as his legs flew around, and every little while they fell clattering to the floor and were slipped upon by the other dancers.

But everybody forgave Daylight.

He, who was one of the few that made the Law in that far land, who set the ethical pace, and by conduct gave the standard of right and wrong, was nevertheless above the Law.

He was one of those rare and favored mortals who can do no wrong.