Mellis had little to say to him next morning when he carried her a bucket of water from the spring. She was standing¹ in the doorway² of the rest-house, a far-away look in her eyes, her black hair caught up by a piece of red ribbon and tied behind her shoulders.  
Martin did not dare to question her as to what she purposed for the day. His own secret was too big for him, and he felt guilty toward her in his thoughts. He went back to his cell, filled a wallet with food, and laid it ready behind the door with a stout³ hollywood staff that had belonged to Father Jude. If the girl rode out that morning he had made up his mind to follow her and leave the chapelry to take care of itself.
 
Going out to reconnoiter, he saw Mellis in the stable saddling her horse. The hint was sufficient. He kept out of the way and bided⁴ his time.
 
She did not call to him that morning or offer him any explanation, but rode straight from the stable past the great cross and over the edge of the moor⁵. Martin saw her go. He slung⁶ the wallet over his shoulder, took his staff, and followed, stopping at the rest-house door to see whether she had left her saddle-bags behind. They were lying on one of the wooden beds, so that he knew that she purposed to return.
 
As a boy, Martin Valliant had tracked the deer, and his following of Mellis was just as subtle a piece of hunting. The old brown horse was jaded⁷ and stale, but she pushed him to a trot⁸ down the slope of the moor, and Martin had to run to keep her well in view. Luckily she was too busy keeping a watch for rabbit holes to trouble about looking back. When she reached the place where the track branched she reined⁹ in, and Martin dropped down behind a furze bush. Her indecision lasted only for a few seconds, for when he raised his head cautiously to get sight of her she was already moving along the track that made for the Green Deeps. Martin’s nostrils¹⁰ quivered, and his eyes lost some of their hardness. She had not chosen the track to Oakshot Bottom; Bloody¹¹ Rood and the Blounts were out of court.
 
The brown horse appeared to be setting his own pace, and she had to humor him because of his age. A fair stride enabled Martin to keep his distance. He had to follow very cautiously over the moor, watching her like a hound, and ready to drop to earth should she waver or look back. There was a moment when he thought that he had betrayed himself, for she reined in her horse and sat looking steadily¹² back at the swell¹³ of the moor. Martin lay flat in the heather, and presently she rode on.
 
The Green Deeps opened before them, wild valleys choked with woodland, almost pathless, a region where outlaws¹⁴ sometimes hid themselves. A narrow ride almost choked with scrub and brambles followed the valleys, lifting itself now and again over the shoulder of a low hill. The woods towered against the blue, solemn and silent. Sometimes a stream broke the stillness with a thin, trickling¹⁵ murmur¹⁶.
 
They were heading for the Rondel; Martin knew that much, though this wild country was all virgin¹⁷ to him. He had to keep in closer touch with her, for the track disappeared at times, and Mellis threaded her way among the oaks and beeches¹⁸. He was astonished at the steady, unhesitating way she rode, choosing her path when the track branched, without any sign of faltering²⁰. The Deeps were a great green fog to Martin Valliant; he was utterly²¹ lost in them, save for the guesswork that they were traveling north. All his wits were centered on the girl, on keeping her in view, and pushing ahead quickly when he lost her behind some leafy screen, on saving himself from rushing into a betrayal.
 
The track climbed a hill, and then the ground fell steeply, almost like a green cliff. Martin saw the gleam of water shining below the crowded domes²² of the trees. It was the Rondel flashing in the sunlight between the green walls of the Forest.
 
Mellis was urging the brown horse into the water when Martin reached the underwood at the top of the bank. She had struck the ford²³, and he saw that the water was quite shallow, reaching just above the horse’s knees. He dared not break cover until she was across, and there was every chance of his losing her if he fell too far behind, but she rode her horse straight out of the water and on into the Forest without glancing back. Martin tucked up his frock and splashed his way across like Atlas²⁴ plowing²⁵ through the ocean, scrambled²⁶ up the far bank, and caught sight of her at the end of a colonnade²⁷ of beeches, a green tunnel floored with brown leaves and bluebells²⁸. He started running, keeping close to the trunks of the trees, ready to dodge²⁹ behind one of them if she so much as turned her head.
 
Martin’s chase of her lasted another hour, and the farther she led him the more mysterious she became. He was utterly perplexed³⁰ by the whole business, and astonished by her miraculous³¹ knowledge of the Forest ways. He became aware of a change in the green wilderness³²; the woods were more open, the glades³³ more frequent, and stretches of grassland³⁴ flowed here and there, all yellow with buttercups and shining like cloth of gold. It was a more spacious³⁵ country, more beautiful, less savage³⁶, lush, deep, and mysterious, sheltered from the winds. There were yews³⁷ and hollies³⁹ here more ancient than he had ever seen. Great sweeps of young bracken covered the open slopes of the hills.
 
They climbed a long rise where old beech¹⁹ trees grew. Its solemn aisles⁴⁰ opened westwards on a little secret valley. Water glimmered⁴¹ in the green lap of the valley, and for a moment Martin thought that he had struck one of the reaches of the river. But something that happened ahead of him brought Martin Valliant to earth, with his chin resting on the mossy root of a beech tree. Mellis had dismounted, and was tying her horse to a drooping⁴³ bough⁴⁴. They had come to the end of their journey.
 
He saw her go forward under the shade of the great trees. There was caution in her movements. She kept well in the shadows, gliding⁴⁵ from trunk to trunk, not hurrying, as though she wished to make sure that no human thing moved in the valley below her. Presently she seemed satisfied. Martin saw her walk out boldly into the open and pass out of sight below the slope of the hill.
 
Not till he had crawled to the edge of the beech wood did Martin Valliant realize what the val............