Which led to this same night: how he had entered

He best knows—but within an antechamber,330

The door of which was half ajar, I saw

A man who washed his bloody hands, and oft

With stern and anxious glance gazed back upon—

The bleeding body—but it moved no more.

Sieg. Oh! God of fathers!

Gab.‍I beheld his features

As I see yours—but yours they were not, though

Resembling them—behold them in Count Ulric's!