"And I fear you," she murmured, looking at me. "What lover does the whole world hold like you? What hero can compare with you? And who am I that I should take you away from the whole world? Sweetheart, I am afraid." "Then fear no more," I whispered, and bent my head. She raised her pale face; her arms crept up around my neck and tightened, clinging closer as her closing lips met mine. There came a tapping at the door, a shuffle of felt-shod feet-- "Mars' Gawge, suh, yo' hoss done saddle', suh." THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Maid-At-Arms, by Robert W. Chambers