Here was a night passed which he had not thought to live through, and he was still alive to help the chosen woman imprisoned in the hollow of the hills at Innspruck.

Wogan had reason to be grateful to that old man who stood straining his eyes after him.

There was something pathetical in his discontent with his secluded life which touched Wogan to the heart.

Wogan was not sure that in the morning the old man would know that the part he had chosen was, after all, the best.

Besides, Wogan had between his knees the most friendly and intelligent beast which he had ridden since that morning when he met Lady Featherstone on the road to Bologna.