well-trained animal loose to
browse on the waste land, he ascended the knoll. He stole noiselessly
behind Edith, and his foot stumbled against the grave-stone of the dead
Titan-Saxon of old. But the apparition, whether real or fancied, and the
dream that had followed, had long passed from his memory, and no
superstition was in the heart springing to the lips, that cried "Edith"
once again.
The girl started, looked round, and fell upon his breast. It was some
moments before she recovered consciousness, and then, withdrawing herself
gently from his arms, she leant for support against the Teuton altar.
She was much changed since Harold had seen her last: her cheek had grown
pale and thin, and her rounded form seemed wasted; and sharp grief, as he
gazed, shot through the soul of Harold.
"Thou hast pined, thou hast suffered," said he, mournfully: "and I, who
would shed my life's blood to take one from thy sorrows, or add to one of
thy joys, have been afar, unable to comfort, perhaps only a cause of thy
woe."
"No, Harold," said Edith, faintly, "never of woe; always of comfort, even
in absence. I have been ill, and Hilda hath tried rune and charm all in
vain. But I am better, now that Spring hath come tardily forth, and I
look on the fresh flowers, and hear the song of the birds."
But tears were in the sound of her voice, while she spoke.
"And they have not tormented thee again with the thoughts of the
convent?"
"They? no;--but my soul, yes. O Harold, release me from my promise; for
the time already hath come that thy sister foretold to me; the silver
cord is loosened, and the golden bowl is broken, and I would fain take
the wings of the dove, and be at peace."
"Is it so?--Is there peace in the home where the thought of Harold
becomes a sin?"
"Not sin then and there, Harold, not sin. Thy sister hailed the convent
when she thought of prayer for those she loved."
"Prate not to me of my sister!" said Harold, through his set teeth. "It
is but a mockery to talk of prayer for the heart that thou thyself
rendest in twain. Where is Hilda? I would see her."
"She hath gone to thy father's house with a gift; and it was to watch for
her return that I sate on the green knoll."
The Earl then drew near and took her hand, and sate by her side, and they
conversed long. But Harold saw with a fierce pang that Edith's heart was
set upon the convent, and that even in his presence, and despite his
soothing words,
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