CHAPTER X
It lightened. It thundered. Suddenly between the black flags the horse descended.
“What is it, little Psyche?”
“Take me with you.”
“Where?”
“Where you like. Take me somewhere. My father is dead. Emeralda reigns. I dare not stay here any longer.”
“Get up. . . .”
She got up. He flew away with her. He flew with her the whole day. The sun set; the stars glistened in the dark firmament; and he flew back. Again they approached the castle. The day began to dawn.
“Fly past!” she entreated.
He flew on. Under her she could just see the castle, small as a toy; the three hundred towers, where green flags now fluttered because Emeralda reigned. He flew on.
“Chimera!” she cried. “I love you; you
