... * By DENYS VAL BAKER THE day after she had gone away he left the cottage and walked down the ragged hillside to the flat fields of Llantyllan, and the sea beyond. He walked slowly, a tall, brown-faced countryman, with fair hair and clear, blue eyes that now looked at familiar sights without quite seeing anything in perspective. He did not know what he was doing, because he was a weak man, and ...

... * By MARY WALKER I WAS not surprised when the Merrymays invited me to their castle. They so inevitably would have a castle. They belonged, the three of them, to the world's natural royalty. Their hair was the royal, red-gold colour; their eyes curiously flecked with green and tawny; they had pale, pointed, Elizabethan faces, and long, narrow hands and feet. When they came to live at the house ...