I have but kept her for thee.'" Yet Hugh knew naught of this gracious message--knew naught of the vision which had given her to him.

Until to-night she had felt it impossible to tell him of it.

Now she longed that he should share with her the wonder.
She sought her couch, but sleep would not come.

The moonlight was too bright; the room too sweetly familiar.

Moreover it seemed but yesterday that she had parted from Hugh, in such an ecstasy of love and sorrow, up on the battlements.
A great desire seized her to mount to those battlements, and to stand again just where she had stood when she bade him farewell.
She rose.
Among the garments put ready for her use, chanced to be the robe of sapphire velvet which she had worn on that night.
She put it on; with jewels at her breast and girdle.