Tristan And Isolde - 02 - The Maid Of The White Hands: The Second Of The Tristan And Isolde Novels - Plot & Excerpts
Tristan held onto the reins for support, staring like the dead. With painful slowness he closed his frozen eyes then opened them again. His heart lurched wildly. The light was still there.“Look, look!” he mumbled in crazy excitement to the gray. He pointed a trembling hand. “And another over there?” He fumbled at the reins. “Get on, while we can still see it—on!”But the gray took the bit between his teeth and refused to move, tossing his head and digging in his hooves.“Gods above!” Tristan groaned. Was this a time to delay? Roughly he drove forward toward the light. But his strength was waning now with every step, and he cried out in fear as the distant gleam flickered, then died away. Just as he was about to stumble to his knees, a brightness lit the midnight path ahead and he saw the lights of a castle glimmering through the trees. Weeping, he threw an arm over his horse’s furry neck.“Saved!” he rejoiced. “We’re saved.”All at once the air seemed warmer and he smelled the sweet fragrance again.
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