The King sprang up, and advanced to the windows.
In a little while Judith reappeared, alone, in the garden.
Somehow the King had known that she would reappear.
The Imps had had to go to bed by day!
Sauntering across the lawn, Judith headed for the belt of trees at the far end of the garden.
The King knew where she was going.
Beyond the trees, in the furthest corner of the garden, stood a small summer house, which commanded a magnificent view of the surrounding landscape. For the sake of this view, the summer house was a favourite retreat of Judith's.
Judith disappeared, with a final flicker of her white dress, behind the trees, at the far end of the garden.
The King turned abruptly from the windows.
He was going to Judith—