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thee and that pale-faced maiden for whose sake thou 
hast done this.” But the young lover waited not a 
moment to listen to what he said, for, flying to the 
chamber of his mistress, he pointed out the way by 
which the might escape ; telling her that his trusty 
squire and page were awaiting, with swift and sure¬ 
footed steeds, at the secret postern behind the castle; 
that it was her alone his father sought to capture, that 
he might prevent their being united; and so, after a 
few tears, a few smiles, a few sighs, and unnumbered 
kisses, he succeeded in carrying off the Daisy of the 
Dale. The few followers that remained alive sallied 
with her out of the narrow postern, and went forth 
without a murmur to share the weal or wo of their 
beloved mistress ; for her father was then afar off, 
fighting under the banner of his lawful sovereign. 
Picture the rage and the astonishment of the old 
knight, when he had succeeded in beating the battered 
doors off their hinges, and discovered that'the bird he 
sought to capture had flown, and that his son was no¬ 
where to be found. Thrice did he order the castle to 
be burnt, and razed to the ground; then, ere a brand 
was lighted, countermanded the charge in the same 
breath ; for as he stalked suddenly from chamber to 
