Chapter 21: XX

XX The Weaving of the Silver Fleece The Silver Fleece, darkly cloaked and girded, lay in the cotton warehouse of the Cresswells, near the store. Its silken fibres, cramped and close, shone yellow-white in the sunlight; sadly soiled, yet beautiful. Many came to see Zora’s twin bales, as they lay, handling them and questioning, while Colonel Cresswell grew proud of his possession. The world was going well with the Colonel. Freed from money cares, praised for his generalship in the cotton…