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MOONFOLK.
whose white houses gleamed brightly in the rays of the
setting sun.
" Oh, see, we are coming to a town, and there we shall
find some one to help us," said she to her companion,
who, clinging still closer to the horse's mane, sobbed
out:
"
We shall never come so far alive we shall be
dashed to pieces long before."
" I don't believe it," replied Bhoda stoutly. " The
horse goes a little slower already, and we can stay on as
well as we have done, I'm sure. Don't feel so scared,
ma'am."
" You do not know of what you are talking, child,"
returned the lady impatiently.
down the hill yonder " ?
" But look, what comes
She pointed as she spoke toward a turn of the road
almost hidden by trees, among whose leaves could be
seen the flashing of armor, the waving of pennons, and
the forms of mounted men.
" I think they are more gentlemen like the one we
left in the wood," said Rhoda timidly.
" Like Sir Lancelot du Lac
"
! exclaimed the lady,
"
scornfully. Let me tell you, girl, there are no more
men like him, gentle or simple. But these may be his
comrades, King Arthur's knights
yes, see, there is the
standard of the dragon displayed as they come out into
the sunshine. The king himself is with them, and we
"
are safe !