But the birds were out, and presently here and there cattle rose up in the fields.
Then, over the foot-hills, he saw a white horse and its rider show up against the grey dust of the road.

Elise's sorrowful words came to him: "Valmond! Valmond! O Valmond!" His duty to the girl was done; she was safe; now he must follow that figure to where the smoke of the campfires came curling up by Dalgrothe Mountain.

There were rumours of trouble; he must again be minister, counsellor, friend, to his master.
A half hour later he was climbing the hill where he had seen the white horse and its rider.

He heard the sound of a drum in the distance.

The gloom and suspense of the night just passed went from him, and into the sunshine he sang: "Oh, grand to the war he goes, O gai, vive le roi!" Not long afterwards he entered the encampment.