CHAPTER VI
“ Ah, let a man beware, when his wishes, fulfilled, rain down
upon him, and his happiness is unbounded.”
—FOUQUE, Der Zauberring.
“Thy red lips, like worms,
Travel over my cheek.”
—MOTHERWELL.
But as I crossed the space between the foot of the hill and the forest, a vision of another kind delayed my steps. Through an opening to the westward flowed, like a stream, the rays of the setting sun, and overflowed with a ruddy splendour the open space where I was. And riding as it were down this stream towards me, came a horseman in what appeared red armour. From frontlet to tail, the horse likewise shone red in the sunset. I felt as if I must have seen the knight before; but as he drew near, I could recall no feature of his countenance. Ere he came up to me, however,
