A faint smile, and a recognition from those now too bright eyes, were
my welcome. But they did not rest upon me long; for, as if by some
fascination, those eyes seemed always turned toward him, or, if by
chance he was beyond their reach, to the spot where they could first
behold his return.
So this nursling of a palace, evidently dying out on the wide sea, with
only rough men about her, had neither a word nor a look of reproach
for the one who had dragged her forth to so wretched a fate. Even in
her mind's wanderings, she seldom went back to former pomps or
pleasures, and her tongue preferred rather to stumble through the rough
and unfamiliar language in which of late she had been so terribly
schooled, than to speak that of her youth. Once, when after a short
absence her attendant returned to her side, she said,--
"My heart was trying to cross the waves that were between us, and oh!
how it was tossed upon them--and it ached, and--and--" Then, giving
a sigh of relief, she sank back, closed her eyes, and slumbered
restfully.
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