He was thrilled by an enchantment so
stupefying that the power of speech, almost of thought, was denied
him for the time being. He could only sit and stare at her with
prophetic love in his eyes, love that bided its time and trembled
with anticipation.
Long afterward, as they were preparing to leave Pingari's she said to
him:
"My father is at the Inn, Robin. I ran away from him to-night because
I wanted to be sure that our adventure was closed before I revealed
myself to him. I wanted to be able to say to him that love will find
its way, no matter how blind it is, nor how vast the world it has to
traverse in search of its own. My father is at the Inn. Take me to
him now, Robin, and make the miracle complete."
His fingers caressed her warm cheek as he adjusted the collar of the
long seacoat about her throat and chin. Her eyes were starry bright,
her red lips were parted.
"My Princess!" he whispered tenderly. "My Princess!"
"My Prince," she said so softly that the words barely reached his
ears. "We have proved that Love is the king.
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