THE FOUNTAIN OF CANDELAS FINAL PART
For a time the people rejoiced in the copious flow of water from the rocks, but gratitude kindles but a small and transient flame in the hearts of men: as fleeting as his memory of past gifts. And as the years unrolled the people forgot how it came to pass that in all that sun seared land; that land of dust and savage clime, alike at Yuletide as at Lammastide, there was but one place where water was to be found, and that in the fountain of Candelas. But one there was one: young Don Miguel, who... Sign in to see full entry.