'At the extremity of the trench,' answered Arwed. 'Megret and Siquier are with him.'
'Oh, why have you absented yourself from your lord?' cried Swedenborg, wringing his hands. 'I begged of you so earnestly!'
'By his command;'--answered Arwed, now much alarmed.
'For God's sake return immediately to him,' supplicated Swedenborg, dragging him forward. 'God grant that we come not too late!'
They both proceeded rapidly along the trench. In the narrow passage, they were met by Siquier.
'Where is the king?' quickly asked Arwed of him.
'That is what I wished to ask of you!' returned Siquier, with an insolent yet trembling voice. 'I left him soon after you did, and in the darkness cannot find him again.'
'That is strange!' said Arwed. 'You had better go with me, and let us seek our lord where I left him in your company.'
Siquier reluctantly obeyed. They came finally to the old place, which was well known to Arwed. Already at some, distance he saw the king still in the same position, leaning upon the parapet. At the same time Megret, joining them, suddenly approached the king and bent over him.
'He is dead!' said he after a while, very quietly.