Shortly afterwards they mounted another lofty eminence, on the summit of which was a large and very perfect British encampment, known as Lambert's Castle. Hence a magnificent view of the sea was commanded.
Aware of what he might expect, Charles rode on in advance of his companions, and when he had reached Lambert's Castle, and the grand view burst upon him, he looked neither to the right nor to the left, but at the sea.
Yes, there it was at last! There was the sea! Deliverance was at hand! A few hours more, and he should be wafted across that broad expanse to the friendly shore.
So enchanted was he by the sight that he gave vent to his rapture in a joyous shout. Juliana was almost equally excited.
"By this time to-morrow your majesty will be safe in France," she cried.
"I must not be too confident. The wind is fair now—but it may change. I have had so many disappointments, that I cannot feel quite secure."
"Nothing is certain, sire—at least, wise people say so. But it seems to me that the chances are a thousand to one in favour of your majesty's safe embarkation to-night, and therefore you may calculate on arriving at St. Malo to-morrow. The sea itself seems to smile upon you, and promise you a fair passage."
"Smiles are sometimes treacherous, and promises are often broken," said Charles. "But I will gladly trust myself to those bright waves."
At this moment Colonel Wyndham and the others rode up.
"There is a sight to gladden your heart, sire," exclaimed the colonel.