"You have put a new man into an old one.

I shall never tire of bearing the news of your greetings." So the old man left her, and mounted his horse and rode up the pass.

But Corona remained for hours in the vaulted hall, pacing up and down.

It had come too soon--far too soon.

And yet, how she had longed for it! how she had wondered whether it would ever come at all! The situation was sufficiently strange, too.