"Come!" he whispered to her, and with a quick turn of the hand he had
swung her out of the fiery circle, and drawn her towards the surrounding
dark. A few steps and they were on the mountainside again, while behind
them the top was still aflame, and black forms still danced round the
drooping fire.
But they were safely curtained by night and the rising storm. After the
first stage of the descent, suddenly he flung his arms round her, his
mouth found hers, and all Helena's youth rushed at last to meet him as he
gathered her to his breast.
"Geoffrey--my Tyrant!--let me go!" she panted.
"Are you mine--are you mine, at last?--you wild thing!"
"I suppose so--" she said, demurely. "Only, let me breathe!"
She escaped, and he heard her say with low sweet laughter as though
to herself:
"I seem at any rate to be following my guardian's advice!"
"What advice? Tell me! you darling, tell me everything. I have a right
now to all your secrets."
"Some day--perhaps."
Darkness hid her eyes. Hand in hand they went down the hillside, while
the Mount of Victory still blazed behind them.
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