Is it truly you ?" But Margaret, taking no heed of him, leant over and, throwing her arm around her father's neck, kissed him again and again through her veil, blessing God that they had lived to meet in safety.

Peter tried to kiss her also; but she caused her horse to move so that he nearly fell from his saddle.
"Have a care, Peter," she said to him, "or your love of kissing will lead you into more trouble." Whereon, guessing of what she spoke, he coloured furiously, and began to explain at length.
"Cease," she said--"cease.

I know all that story, for I saw you," then, relenting, with some brief, sweet words of greeting and gratitude, gave him her hand, which he kissed often enough.
"Come," said Castell, "we must push on, who have twenty miles to cover before we reach that inn where Israel has arranged that we should sleep to-night.

We will talk as we go." And talk they did, as well as the roughness of the road and the speed at which they must travel would allow.
Riding as hard as they were able, at length they came to the _venta_, or rough hostelry, just as the darkness closed in.

At the sight of it they thanked God aloud, for this place was across the Moorish border, and now they had little to fear from Granada.