Onrai was now near enough to distinguish her form, and seeing her approach he urged his zebra into a still faster gallop and in a moment he and Enola had met, and Gip, turning, strode along beside the zebra. Far above Onrai Enola sat, her face almost hidden by the huge figure of the elephant, but Onrai was happy in the thought that he was near her. That was enough for him at least.
“You came to meet me, then?” asked he.
“No, I think it was Gip, who came to meet you,” answered Enola, smiling, “I simply accompanied him.”
Onrai laughed as he said, “Well, you are here and that is enough. You are looking entirely well this morning; are you feeling so?”
“Perfectly so,” answered Enola, “and ready and waiting to again take up the journey.”
“We will start to-morrow, at break of day,” said Onrai, “and let us hope that our journey will not again be broken by such an event as the storm.”
“Yes, it was fearful,” answered Enola, “but let us not talk of gloomy things on this beautiful morning. The miserable past is gone and let us forget it. I hope your people will not again mistrust us, for this hope only will again insure us comfort and happiness.”
They had now reached the villa and Gip, placing his trunk for Enola to step on and kneeling for her, she was soon standing beside the King.
“I thank you for having met me,” he said.
“Don’t thank me,” said Enola. “Thank Gip.” Then she tripped lightly up the terrace stairs.