Chapter 11 No.11

His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,

And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

-JOHN KEATS.

Even as we entered the gates of Mr. Reverie's house beneath embowering chestnuts, there advanced across the moonlit spaces to meet us a figure on foot like ourselves, leading his horse. He was in armour, yet unarmed. His steel glittered cold