'"
"Don't," said I; "it's likely to be quite bad enough without calling on
Macbeth's Witches."
He leaned over and put his hand on my arm. "Brace up, old chap," he
said; "there's no boiling caldron and no witches."
"There are troubles of sorts other than those the caldron brewed," I
remarked.
We turned a bend in the road. "And witches of other sorts than those
of Fores' Heath," he laughed. "Behold!"
A hundred yards ahead, rode the Princess and Lady Helen Radnor.
"Here's your opportunity, Courtney," I observed.
He stared at me.
"To escort Lady Helen back to town." I explained.
"Thank you," he said, and shrugged his shoulders.
"Don't be a bear," said I; "most men would be glad enough for the
chance."
Then we reined aside and saluted.
"Will you join us?" said the Princess.
"We shall be delighted," I said and swung over beside her.
"I don't know what to do with Lady Helen," she whispered hurriedly.
"Courtney will look after her," I volunteered.
But she did not seem to hear. "I came alone to meet you," she went on,
"and overtook her on the way."
"You came to meet me?" I asked.
She nodded. "I fear you will think me very forward, but I--well, I
wanted to know your decision.
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