XXV.

And then to horse, and galloped out of sight, But none knew whither--none who dared aspire. Swift to his steed leapt Nial airy light, His nostril panting with excitement dire, His lips compressed with fearful purpose--ire And vengeance from his eagle glances fly. “Stay--stay; I join thee,” cried the plundered sire. “Stir not for love of Heaven!” was the reply. Salustian screamed: “I go! Who so bereaved as I?”