You are yourself a lover, Kenneth, and you may guess something of the impatience that anon beset me.

How could I wait?
I asked her this.
"Some fifty miles from the castle there was a little farm, in the very heart of the country, which had been left me by a sister of my mother's.
Thither I now implored her to repair with me.

I would find a priest to wed us, and there we should live a while in happiness, in solitude, and in love.

An alluring picture did I draw with all a lover's cunning, and to the charms of it she fell a victim.

We fled three days later.
"We were wed in the village that pays allegiance to the castle, and thereafter we travelled swiftly and undisturbed to that little homestead.