15
"Away, away!" he cried; "she is won, and I am happy."
Rosamond was placed upon a leopard-skin for a pillion: her lover sprung up before her, and his faithful steed flew with them across the country; the dim haze of morn was upon every surrounding object—she knew not whither she went; one arm encircled her lover, whose heart beat beneath the gentle pressure of her hand; the rapidity with which they went rendered speech nearly impossible, and scarcely a word was breathed, till Henry halted to speak with his companion.
"Where are we?" he exclaimed.
"Right for our destination; we are ten miles from Uxbridge yet."
The morning-star was fading before the coming day, when Henry entered Uxbridge, where he dismounted, and assisted his lovely companion from her seat.
"Here you are safe," he cried, as he led her into a neat, though small, cottage. "You lack rest; let me lead you to a chamber. Sleep, my beloved. I will be your watch; no danger shall approach you."
A few hours passed in a fruitless endeavour to repose, when Rosamond for-
