wide enough to allow her to jump merrily from one to another, sometimes nearly losing her footing on their slippery surface, but finally landing her safely on the other side, at the foot of the steep green slope, up which lay the narrow track to the Craig Aran Pool. She pursued the path for some distance, not knowing whither it led, and was delighted when, on reaching the summit of the slope, she saw stretched out before her the undulating table-land, where lay the mysterious lake at the foot of the towering ridge overhead. "Lady Bryn Afon will have no need of me before noon," she said to herself. "I will wander on and visit by daylight yon uncanny spot, and see if I can discern the maiden's footprints along the Pool's brink. What did the chaplain, I wonder, think of the vision, and will he also come and seek for them anon! But methinks she trod too softly to leave much trace behind her. Ah, if I had known he would be there, I could not have dared, and I trow he would have had no vision! And now he is at the farm, and I must presently face him! I doubt that I will ne'er play for the Lady Rosamond again without a better understanding of her wiles! How fiercely the sun begins to beat upon the hillside! I fear me I shall be chidden for venturing thus far in the heat of the day, but I will rest awhile by the Pool, under the rock where we sat on Midsummer Eve; I shall then return in time enough for our midday meal. How still the black lake appears! as black now in the full blaze of the noonday sun as in the dim light of the midnight moon. Nay, I see no footprints; the fairy footfall was e'en light enough, in spite of my Lady Rosamond!" And a merry laugh rang out in the mountain stillness, startling a young pedestrian, who, having clambered down a rugged watercourse from the summit of the mountain, was advancing, unperceived by Primrose, to the brink of the lake, while her eyes were still bent on the ground in search of the footprints, her form concealed from him by a jutting rock. He came yet a few steps forward, then stood, transfixed at the sight, on the Pool's edge, of a maiden scarcely less beautiful than the vision of Midsummer Eve, and clad, like that fairy form, in pure white robes, adorned only with her own wealth of golden hair. As he gazed upon her, the old moonlight spell seemed again to take possession of him, and he stood for some moments like one enchanted, while she still looked upon the ground. Yet surely that girlish laugh had been of a truly mortal ring! He would presently accost her, and so break the spell, and return home a wiser man. He moved a step nearer, and then, the sound arousing her attention, she turned in sudden surprise and looked at him. "Sir Galahad!" burst involuntarily from her lips, and for a few seconds they both stood and gazed upon one another, spellbound! Yes, that pale, pure face, and those deep far-searching eyes, which, bent so intently upon her, seemed to read her very soul,