by H. Rider Haggard
R.M.S. Mongolia, 12th May, 1904 Mayhap, Ella, here too distance lends itsenchantment, and these gallant brethren would have quarrelled over Rosamund, oreven had their long swords at each other’s throat. Mayhap that Princessand heroine might have failed in the hour of her trial and never earned hersaintly crown. Mayhap the good horse “Smoke” would have fallen onthe Narrow Way, leaving false Lozelle a victor, and Masouda, the royal-hearted,would have offered up a strangely different sacrifice upon the altars of herpassionate desire.
Still, let us hold otherwise, though we grow grey and know the world for whatit is. Let us for a little time think as we thought while we were young; whenfaith knew no fears for anything and death had not knocked upon our doors; whenyou opened also to my childish eyes that gate of ivory and pearl which leads tothe b