“He felt all that he had inflicted upon both; and casting his sword upon the ground, he knelt at the feet of Leoline, and kissed her garment with a devotion that votary never lavished on a holier saint.
“The spell that lay over the warriors around was broken.
“There was one loud cry of congratulation and joy.
“‘And thou, Lord Edward Warbeck!’ said Leoline, turning to the spot where, still motionless and haughty, Warbeck stood.
“‘Have I ever rebelled against thy will?’ said he, softly, and buried the point of his sword in the earth. ‘Yet, Leoline—yet,’ added he, looking at his kneeling brother, ‘yet art thou already better avenged than by this steel!’
“‘Thou art! thou art!’ cried Sir Charles, smiting his breast; and slowly, and scarce noting the crowd that fell back from his path, Lord Edward Warbeck left the lists.
“Leoline said no more.
“Her divine errand was fulfilled; she looked long and wistfully after the stately form of Lord Edward, and then, with a slight sigh, she turned to Sir Charles.
“‘This is the last time we shall meet on earth. Peace be with us all.’
“She then, with the same majestic and collected bearing, passed on towards the sisterhood.