But at last, by a huge effort, I sprang to the ground, and with a cry of horror rushed to find Ludar.
I found him standing on the cliff-edge, grave and happy, with the maiden beside him, looking down at the great Atlantic waves as they flung their eternal surge up at the castle rock.

His sword lay on the ground at her feet.

She was fixing a tuft of flowers in his cap, singing softly as she did so.

And he, as he gazed now at her, now at the sea below, looked as if cloud could never come more between the sun and his noble face.
Alack! that I myself must bring the cloud.
"Ludar to the front! Something is wrong.

Your brother--" May I never hear again the cry with which he snatched up his sword and rushed to the gate! I followed close to his heels, only bidding the maiden get to her tower whither I would send her English squire to guard her.