"He can set out
to-morrow in one direction while we go in another. He traveled all last
night, and for most part of it was paddling a boat containing four
people; has ridden almost since daylight, and now to journey on
horseback throughout the night is too much for human endurance."
The grave smile of the Archbishop shone upon her anxiety.
"For lack of a nail the shoe was lost," he said, "and you know the
remainder of the warning. If Prince Roland cares to risk an Empire for a
night's rest, I withdraw my objection."
The Prince suddenly wheeled his horse, and coming briskly round to the
side of the girl, placed a hand on hers.
"A decision, Countess!" he cried. "Give me your decision. I shall always
obey you!"
"Oh, the rashness of youth!" murmured the Archbishop.
The girl looked up at the young man, and he caught his breath and
clasped her hand more tightly as he gazed into the depths of her
glorious eyes.
"You must go," she sighed.
"Yes, alas!"
He raised her unresisting hand to his lips, and again turned his horse.
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