CHAPTER II.
ONCE MORE THE VISION.
When Caius turned up the farm road, which was entirely sheltered between gentle slopes, the bright March sun felt almost hot upon his cheek.

The snow road under his horse's hoofs was full of moisture, and the snowy slopes glistened with a coating of wet.

He felt for the first time that the spring of the year had come.
He was not quite certain where lay the cottage of which he was in quest; and, by turning up a wrong path, he came to the back of its hen-houses.
At first he only saw the blank wall of a cowshed and two wooden structures like old-fashioned dovecotes, connected by a high fence in which there was no gate.

Up to this fence he rode to look over it, hoping to speak to the people he heard within; but it was too high for him to see over.

Passing on, he brought his head level with a small window that was let into the wall of one of the hen-houses.