Softly and silently the door swung open at last, and he saw before him the dark passage he had traversed a year before with Cherry, the dim light from above just guiding his steps as he moved.  The same juggleries were repeated as on that occasion.  The outer door swung back and bolted itself behind him.  The invisible light wavered and flickered and showed him his way.  The black cat appeared ready to dispute his entrance into the room till he had dropped his coin into the box; and when he entered the dim place where the wise woman ensconced herself, he saw her as before, seated behind the lamp which shed its light upon him, but left her face in deep shadow.  All was precisely as it had been upon a former occasion—­all but his reception by the wise woman herself.

That, however, was altogether different; for the moment she saw who her visitor was, she rose suddenly from her chair and exclaimed in excited tones: 

“Cuthbert Trevlyn, why hast thou not come hither sooner?”

“I did, but could not find thee.”

She made an impatient exclamation.

“And thou wert content not to find me, and came not again and yet again!  Foolish boy!  Did not Joanna warn thee to seek me out and tell me all?  I know well that she did.  She is loyal and true.  And so, boy, the lost treasure is found, and is safe beneath the roof of that house which shelters the honoured heads of the Wyverns?”

“Yes, it is all there.”

The old woman flung up her arms with a gesture of triumph.

“I knew it:  I knew it I knew that the prophecy would fulfil itself, for all Miriam’s spite and Long Robin’s greed.  Boy, thou hast done well, thou hast done very well.  But thou hast been more bold than secret.  Thou art suspected.  Miriam has been here.  She is raging like a lioness robbed of her whelps.  She loved yon fierce man who called himself Long Robin, yet was neither husband of hers, still less her son, with a love more wild and fierce than thou wilt ever understand.  She vows that she will be revenged.  She vows that the Trevlyns shall yet smart.  She suspects not thee alone, but all who bear the name.  Boy, boy, why didst thou not seek me earlier?”

Cuthbert made no response.  He was looking in amaze at this old woman, who had now come forth from her nook behind the table, and was speaking to him without any assumption of prophetic power, but as one anxious human creature to another.  He saw in her a strange likeness to old Miriam, and to the dark gipsy queen; but he marvelled at the excitement she evinced, and the eager intensity of her gaze.  It was so different from her aspect when last he had seen her, so much more natural and full of human concern and anxiety.

“I have looked for thee day by day.  I said in my heart, surely thou wouldst come quickly.  And now, in lieu of seeking safety and counsel, thou hast been running blindly into those very perils of which I warned thee long ago.  As if it were not enough to have Tyrrel and all his crew, with old Miriam at their back, resolved to hunt thee down and wrest the treasure from thee!”