Two or three hours later the "White Eagle" was high in air above the Palazzo d'Oro.

Down below Lady Kingswood stood on the seashore by the aerodrome, watching the wonderful ship of the sky with dazzled, scared eyes--amazed at the lightning speed of its ascent and the steadiness of its level flight.

She had seen it spread its great wings as by self-volition and soar out of the aerodrome with Morgana seated inside like an elfin queen in a fairy car--she had seen the Marchese Giulio Rivardi "take the helm" with the assistant Gaspard, now no longer a prey to fear, beside him.

Up, up and away they had flown, waving to her till she could see their forms no longer--till the "White Eagle" itself looked no bigger than a dove soaring in the blue.

And while she waited, even this faint dove-image vanished! She looked in every direction, but the skies were empty.