word -- say you promise it!"

"I do promise it."

"Then will I have the first bath myself! Go --
get ye to your work. Tarry not, tarry not, but go."

I and my boys were at work, straight off. The
ruins of the old bath were there yet in the basement of
the monastery, not a stone missing. They had been
left just so, all these lifetimes, and avoided with a
pious fear, as things accursed. In two days we had it
all done and the water in -- a spacious pool of clear
pure water that a body could swim in. It was running
water, too. It came in, and went out, through the