"It is land."
"And what land?"
I strained my ears for the answer, and yet I knew already what
the answer would be.
"It is St. Helena."
Here, then, was the island of my dreams! Here was the cage where
our great Eagle of France was confined!
All those thousands of leagues of water had not sufficed to keep
Gerard from the master whom he loved.
There he was, there on that cloud-bank yonder over the dark blue
sea. How my eyes devoured it! How my soul flew in front of the
vessel--flew on and on to tell him that he was not forgotten,
that after many days one faithful servant was coming to his side.
Every instant the dark blur upon the water grew harder and
clearer.
Soon I could see plainly enough that it was indeed a mountainous
island. The night fell, but still I knelt upon the deck, with my
eyes fixed upon the darkness which covered the spot where I knew
that the great Emperor was. An hour passed and another one, and
then suddenly a little golden twinkling light shone out exactly
ahead of us.
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