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The stream he had followed he now had lost It was pitchy dark, with a

ht the infection

of his master's doubts; he stopped short, and bowed his head to snuff

the ground Prosper laughed at the plight they were both in, and

looked about hi what he should do Very far off he could

see a feeble light flickering; it was the only speck of brightness

within his vision, and he judged it too steady for a fen-fla of some sort should be there, for where there is a candle

there is a candlestick This was not firelight To it he turned his

tired beast, and found that he had been well advised He was before a

h the horn he saw the candle-flame He

drew his sword and beat upon the door For answer the light was blown

swiftly out, and the darkness swahed to hi at the door with a

will

Then Isoult stirred on his ar still, and not knohere she was She sat up in the

saddle dazed with sleep

"The night is wild," said Prosper, "and I have found us the shadow of

a shade, but as yet we lack the substance" Then he set-to, pounding

at the door again, and crying to those within to open for the sake of