"I told you day-dawn was at hand," said the count, as he sprang
into his saddle; "and, lo! in the sky it is gray already."
"It is time for it!" said Sir Norman, as he, too, got into his
seat; "this has been the longest night I have ever known, and the
most eventful one of my life."
"And the end is not yet! Leoline waits to decide between us!"
Sir Norman shrugged his shoulders.
"True! But I have little doubt what that decision will be! I
presume you will have to deliver up your prisoners before you can
visit her, and I will avail myself of the opportunity to snatch a
few moments to fulfill a melancholy duty of my own."
"As you please. I have no objection; but in that case you will
need some one to guide you to the place of rendezvous; so I will
order my private attendant, yonder, to keep you in sight, and
guide you to me when your business is ended."
The count had given the order to start, the moment they had left
the ruin, and the conversation had been carried on while riding
at a break-neck gallop. Sir Norman thanked him for his offer,
and they rode in silence until they reached the city, and their
paths diverged; Sir Norman's leading to the apothecary's shop
where be had left Ormiston, and the count's leading - he best
knew where.
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