"It is either the devil or Valentine Kalondai."
"If it be Valentine Kalondai he will come hither, and we will take him prisoner; but if it be the devil 'twere best to leave him alone."
That was very sage advice, certainly.
The horseman found the churchyard-gate open and went in.
He went straight to the spot where he had seen the flames shoot up.
It was no will-o'-the-wisp, no perambulating spirit, but Simplex, who, to scare the watchers and guide Valentine, had ignited lycopodium powder from time to time.
"Hush!" said he to his approaching friend, "they are on the watch."
"Let them watch!" murmured Valentine; "I have a sword with me. Though I should die on the spot for it, I mean to speak to my beloved."
"You shall speak to her. Follow me! but duck your head that they may not see us."
With that he led Valentine along among the graves till they came to a large monument. It was a red marble obelisk, surmounted by a wreathed urn. The bed round the grave was planted with violets and primroses with an ivy border. On the pediment lay several wreaths.