4/14 Anger against this smiling enchantress suddenly surged up in Sholto's heart. Like dry leaves before a winter wind, the children were dispersed every way by the gust of his angry shout. But the maiden on the palfrey either heeded not or did not hear. He would learn what had befallen his master. At least he would avenge him upon one--the chiefest and subtlest of his enemies. |