ad eyes of heaven looked
down from the dark vault above, and the sullen redness of the war-fires
flashing from the distant heights shed a dull, threatening glow upon
those two, standing there locked in each other's embrace. Then once
more the wild, weird war-cry of the savage hosts swelled forth upon the
night. It was an awesome and fearful background to this picture of
renewed life and bliss.

Such a reunion can best be left to the imagination, for it will bear no
detailment.

"Why did you draw my very heart out of me like this, Eustace, my life?"
she said at last, raising her head. "When they told me you were dead I
knew it would not be long before I joined you. I could not have endured
this living death much longer."

There were those who pronounced Eanswyth Carhayes to be the most
beautiful woman they had ever beheld--who had started with amazement at
such an apparition on an out-of-the-way Kaffrarian farm. A grand
creature, they declared, but a trifle too cold. They would have
marvelled that they had ever passed such a verdict could they but have
seen her now, her splendid eyes burning into those of her lover in the
starlight as she went on:

"You are longing to ask what I am doing here in this place all alone and
at such a time. This. I came here as to a sanctuary: a sacred spot
which enshrined all the dearest memories of you. Here in silence and in
solitude I could conjure up visions of you--could see you walking beside
me as on that last day we spent together. Here I could kneel and kiss
the floor, the very earth which your feet had trod; and--O Eustace, my
very life, it was a riven and a shattered heart I offered up daily--
hourly--at the shrine of your dear memory."

Her tones thrilled upon his ear. Never had life held such a delirious,
intoxicating moment. To the cool, philosophical, strong-nerved man it
seemed as if his very senses were slipping away from him under the
thrilling love-tones of this stately, beautiful creature nestling within
his arms. Again their lips met--met as they had met that first time--
met as if they were never again to part.

"Inkose!"

The sudden sonorous interruption caused Eanswyth to start as if she had
been shot, and well it might. Her lover, however, had passed through
too many strange and stirring experiences of late to be otherwise than
slightly and momentarily disconcerted.

A dark figure stood at the lowest step of the _stoep_, one hand raised
in th