The next, he saw only danger, impossibility, in such a purpose, and was anxious to deliver the beautiful maiden to the king of her own race as soon as might be--lest worse befell.

Thus did he strive with himself, thus was he racked and rent under the glowing moon.
At dawn he slept.

When he rose the horsemen had long since set forth on their journey home.

He inquired which road they had taken.

But to this no one had paid heed; he could only learn that they had crossed the river by the westward bridge, and so perhaps had gone back by way of Aletrium, instead of descending the valley to the Latin Way.