I am going to rejoin my friends.
Good-bye!" The strange, half-crazy creature touched his outstretched hand timidly, and with a sort of appeal.
"Good-bye, good-bye!" he muttered.

"That is what they all say,--even the dead,--good-bye; but they never go--never, never! You cannot be different to the rest.

And you do not wish to hurt poor Sigurd ?" "Certainly not, if _you_ are Sigurd," said Philip, half laughing; "I should be very sorry to hurt you." "You are _sure_ ?" he persisted, with a sort of obstinate eagerness.

"You have eyes which tell truths; but there are other things which are truer than eyes--things in the air, in the grass, in the waves, and they talk very strangely of you.

I know you, of course! I knew you ages ago--long before I saw you dead on the field of battle, and the black-haired Valkyrie galloped with you to Valhalla! Yes; I knew you long before that, and you knew me; for I was your King, and you were my vassal, wild and rebellious--not the proud, rich Englishman you are to-day." Errington startled.