Have you not told me so ?" "But your heart," he cried fiercely, "is his! Your heart, which you told me in the meadow could never be mine!" "I lied," she murmured, laughing tearfully, and her hands hovered over him.

"It has come back! And it is on my lips." And she leant over and kissed him.

And Count Hannibal knew that he had entered into his kingdom, the sovereignty of a woman's heart.
* * * * * An hour later there was a stir in the village on the mainland.

Lanthorns began to flit to and fro.

Sulkily men were saddling and preparing for the road.