Again John's heart beat heavily, and the hand that held the bridle trembled.

He could not help it.

His mind, highly sensitive and imaginative, was nevertheless powerful and tenacious to the last degree.
And he was there in the heart of old romance.

The vast castle, gray and sinister, loomed above him, but beyond was the golden light on the mountains.
He did not try to attract her attention, but, walking calmly on with the horse, poured all his soul into the wish that she would look his way.

He had not the remotest belief in the supernatural as he told himself again, but he continued to wish it with all his power and strength, and presently her gaze turned toward the young peasant and the horse who were walking slowly up and down the road.