CHAPTER VI.
"Ah, let a man beware, when his wishes, fulfilled, rain down upon him, and his happiness is unbounded." "Thy red lips, like worms, Travel over my cheek." -- MOTHERWELL.
But as I crossed the space between the foot of the hill and the forest, a vision of another kind delayed my steps.

Through an opening to the westward flowed, like a stream, the rays of the setting sun, and overflowed with a ruddy splendour the open space where I was.

And riding as it were down this stream towards me, came a horseman in what appeared red armour.

From frontlet to tail, the horse likewise shone red in the sunset.

I felt as if I must have seen the knight before; but as he drew near, I could recall no feature of his countenance.