“You can now proceed without my aid,” said Herne: “but take care not to expose yourself to the sentinels.”
Keeping under the shade of the trees, for the moon was shining brightly, Surrey hastened towards the arbour, and as he entered it, to his inexpressible delight found that he had not been deceived, but that the Fair Geraldine was indeed there.
“How did you contrive this meeting?” she cried, after their first greetings had passed. “And how did you learn I was in the castle, for the strictest instructions were given that the tidings should not reach you.”
The only response made by Surrey was to press her lily hand devotedly to his lips.
“I should not have ventured hither,” pursued the Fair Geraldine, “unless you had sent me the relic as a token. I knew you would never part with it, and I therefore felt sure there was no deception.”
“But how did you get here?” inquired Surrey.
“Your messenger provided a rope-ladder, by which I descended into the moat,” she replied.
Surrey was stupefied.
“You seem astonished at my resolution,” she continued; “and, indeed, I am surprised at it myself; but I could not overcome my desire to see you, especially as this meeting may be our last. The king, through the Lady Anne Boleyn, has positively enjoined me to think no more of you and has given your father, the Duke of Norfolk, to understand that your marriage without the royal assent will be attended by the loss of all the favour he now enjoys.”
“And think you I will submit to such tyranny?” cried Surrey.