"'And what may this one cloud of sorrow be?'
"'To be separated from you, even for one hour--one moment. My heart is yearning for the time when we may part no more--when I may proudly call you mine; MINE for ever!'
"'But is there no one who beckoneth to thee from that star-world yonder; no memory of one fairer in thy sight than I?'
"'Ah, darling,' I sighed, 'have I not told you that, until I saw you, I knew not Love; and that the women of my native Earth cannot compare with you in grace and beauty? I have but a single thought for all those teeming millions of humanity that people yon shining star, and that one is for the old father, who parted from me with his blessing when I left its surface years ago.'
"'And I may never see him! Dost thou know Harry, I have great curiosity to visit thy native world. All would seem so wondrous strange to me.'
"'And perhaps the day may yet come when I shall take my darling yonder; for I hear from my companions that great things are being planned, and that your royal father takes a deep interest in them. But now tell me, dear one, if to-morrow I may take you to myself for ever? Is the morn to bring your bridal day?'
"'Ah, thy words have stirred sad thoughts within my heart. To-morrow thou hast promised to fight Perodii.'
"'Why, then, if all--be--well,' she sighed, 'thou mayest have thy wish; for then will I become thy wife,' and she hid her blushing face, and stole yet closer into my arms.
"'Your words, dear one, make me feel happier than I can say,' and for a few moments neither of us spoke; and only the loud, fast beating of our own hearts broke the silence surrounding us.
"'Now, Harry, I must leave thee. I would see my father before the evening hath passed.'
"'Then, when I see your dear face again, I may leave you no more. You will not be present at this fray to-morrow?'
"'No, dear Harry, I could not. But I will pray for thee; and when all is over, and thou art victorious--as I trust thou mayest be--then will I come to bring thee thy reward. Now, fare thee well; and may all good fortune attend thee on the morrow,' and trying bravely to conceal her agitation and her tears, Volinè walked with me through the silver, sheeny moonlight unto the Palace; where, with a last, sweet kiss, she left me, and went her way.