restless ever afterwards from the wound of her beauty."

The King nodded wearily. "There are women like that--gleams from lost
stars; faces seen at sunset; or where the light is lifting after a storm.
I have never cast eyes on such a maid."

"When you see the Princess Elene you will behold her," said the page.

"I will set forth to war immediately," announced the King.

Soon thereafter he sailed away, and over the rocking billows went the
golden boats until they drove upon the coasts of King Mace's land, where
bitter battles were fought and many men laid asleep with the sword. Then
came a day when all was quiet, and even King Mace pillowed his royal head
on his dead horse, and woke no more.

Then King Theophile entered the little sunny palace where all was so
silent, and strode through the echoing corridors to the throne room.
There alone, beneath a canopy of azure satin, on the great throne sat a
woman whose face was like a gleam from a lost star. She had proud lips,
and hair that was like cloth of gold about her, and eyes that were wells
of sorrow. When he beheld her, King Theophile's limbs became as weak as a
new-born child's, and he heard the sound of a far-off wind that had
traveled from the Kingdom of Lost Hope. He knew that henceforth for him
there must be either love or death.

"O Princess," he cried, "they are all asleep. But thou and I are awake."

"Nay," she replied, "they are awake. Their spirits crowd this hall to
wring my heart with pity; but thou art asleep."