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"
That
was
good
fortune
for
me
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
have
not
dared
to
come
seeking
you
,
but
now
that
we
are
met
I
will
convoy
you
to
Calidon
.
Presently
the
world
will
be
like
the
inside
of
a
feather
bed
.
"
She
made
no
protest
,
when
he
laid
his
hand
on
her
bridle
to
turn
her
horse
,
and
as
he
stole
a
look
at
her
he
saw
that
she
was
smiling
.
That
smile
sent
a
tremor
through
him
so
that
he
forgot
every
care
and
duty
.
He
and
she
were
enclosed
in
a
magical
world
-
-
together
and
alone
as
they
had
never
been
before
.
He
felt
that
he
could
bring
her
safely
through
raging
rivers
and
across
mountains
of
stone
,
that
for
her
he
could
scale
the
air
and
plough
the
hills
,
that
nothing
was
impossible
which
she
commanded
.
They
two
could
make
of
the
world
a
song
and
a
rapture
.
So
deep
was
his
transport
that
he
scarcely
heard
her
voice
when
she
spoke
.
"
I
have
been
hearing
of
your
troubles
,
Mr
.
David
.
He
whom
we
must
call
Mark
Riddel
has
told
me
.
"
"
I
have
no
troubles
,
"
he
cried
.
"
Now
that
I
see
you
the
world
is
altogether
good
.
"
"
Will
you
tell
that
to
the
Presbytery
?
"
she
asked
,
laughing
.
"
I
will
tell
it
to
the
broad
earth
-
-
if
you
give
me
leave
.
"
A
momentary
confusion
came
over
her
.
She
slightly
checked
her
horse
,
and
as
the
ground
shelved
the
beast
stumbled
.
The
slip
brought
her
in
contact
with
David
’
s
shoulder
,
and
before
she
knew
his
hand
was
laid
on
hers
.
"
Oh
,
my
dear
,
my
dear
,
"
he
cried
.
"
Katrine
,
I
must
say
it
.
.
.
I
am
daft
for
love
of
you
.
.
.
.
Since
I
first
saw
you
down
in
the
greenwood
your
two
eyes
have
been
sun
and
moon
to
me
.
Your
face
-
-
God
forgive
me
-
-
comes
between
me
and
the
Word
.
There
are
times
when
I
cannot
pray
for
thinking
of
you
.
.
.
.
It
’
s
nothing
I
ask
of
you
,
Katrine
,
but
just
leave
to
tell
you
.
What
was
it
your
song
said
?
-
-
’
There
’
s
nane
for
me
but
you
,
my
love
’
-
-
and
oh
!
it
’
s
the
gospel
truth
.
"
She
did
not
reply
,
but
her
hand
did
not
move
under
his
.
They
were
descending
the
hill
towards
Rood
,
and
the
fog
had
grown
so
thick
that
each
to
the
other
was
only
a
shadow
.
Before
it
had
enclosed
them
in
a
visible
encirclement
;
now
it
seemed
to
have
crept
so
near
that
it
dislimned
the
outlines
of
horse
and
rider
