“The two castles, as I have told you, were not far from each other.
“In a few minutes Sir Charles paused at an open space in one of the terraces on which the moon shone bright and steady.
“‘Behold!’ he said, in a ghastly voice, ‘behold!’
“And Lord Warbeck saw on the sward the corpse of Redgill bathed with the blood that even still poured fast and warm from his heart.
“‘Hark!’ said Sir Charles. ‘He it was who first made me waver in my vows to Leoline. He persuaded me to wed yon whited falsehood. Hark! He, who had thus wronged my real love, dishonoured me with my faithless bride, and thus—thus—thus’ as, grinding his teeth, he spurned again and again the dead body of Redgill, ‘thus Leoline and myself are avenged!’
“‘And thy wife?’ said Lord Warbeck, pityingly.
“‘Fled—fled with a hireling page! It is well! She was not worth the sword that was once belted on—by Leoline!’
“On the very night of his revenge a long delirious illness seized Sir Charles.
“The generous Lord Warbeck forgave, forgot all, save that he had been once consecrated by Leoline’s love.
“He tended him through his sickness, and, when he recovered, Sir Charles was an altered man.