"Where am I ?" looking wildly at the two men who had brought her: "Why am I not taken to my father ?" She received no answer, and both the Scot and the Englishman left the place.

The stranger still held her locked in a gripe that seemed of iron.

In vain she struggled, in vain she shrieked, in vain she called on earth and Heaven, for assistance; she was held, and still he kept silence.

Exhausted with terror and fruitless attempt for release, she put her hands together, and in a calmer tone exclaimed: "If you have honor or humanity in your heart, release me! I am an unprotected woman, praying for your mercy; withhold it not, for the sake of Heaven and your own soul." "Kneel to me then, thou siren!" cried the warrior, with fierceness.

As he spoke he threw the tender knees of Lady Helen upon the rocky floor.
His voice echoed terribly in her ears, but obeying him, "Free me," cried she, "for the sake of my dying father!" "Never, till I have had my revenge!" At this dreadful denunciation she shuddered to the soul, but yet she spoke: "Surely I am mistaken for some one else! Oh, how can I have offended any man to incur so cruel an outrage ?" The warrior burst into a satanic laugh, and, throwing up his visor, "Behold me, Helen!" cried he, grasping her clasped hands with a horrible force, "My hour is come!" At the sight of the dreadful face of Soulis she comprehended all her danger, and with supernatural strength, wresting her hands from his hold, she burst through the bushes out of the cave.