The marshal will help to shift the saddle." But Hilda came to herself again, and tried to laugh, saying that there was never yet a horse of which she was afraid.

Nor would she hear of a change, for when her horse grew more quiet it was plain that its terror had passed away.

She took herself gently from my arm, and spoke bravely now.
"What was it ?" she asked me while Sighard soothed the beast.
"Why," answered Father Selred for me, "just what I was going to tell the paladin--such an earthquake as I felt on a like day in Rome years ago.

But why it comes here in quiet England, where is no fiery mountain to disquiet the earth, I cannot say." "Father, it is the end of the world!" said a thrall, forgetting our presence in his terror.
"Not so, my son.

The thousand years of prophecy are not at an end yet; and there are more foretellings of Holy Writ yet to be fulfilled.