And over there,
amid the music and laughter, was Lisbeth in all the glory of her
beauty, happy, of course, and light-hearted; and here, beneath the
moon, was I.
"We could pretend this was a castle grim, you know, Uncle Dick, full
of dungeons an' turrets, an' that we were going to rescue Auntie
Lisbeth."
"Imp," I said, "that's really a great idea."
"I wish I'd brought my trusty sword," he sighed, searching about
for something to supply its place; "I left it under my pillow, you
know."
Very soon, however, he had procured two sticks, somewhat thin and
wobbly, yet which, by the magic of imagination, became transformed
into formidable, two-edged swords, with one of which he armed me,
the other he flourished above his head.
"Forward, gallant knights!" he cried; "the breach! the breach! On!
on! St. George, for Merrie England!" With the words he clambered
upon the wall and disappeared upon the other side.
For a moment I hesitated, and then, inspired by the music and the
thought of Lisbeth, I followed suit. It was all very mad, of course,
but who cared for sanity on such a night - certainly not I.
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