"And what do you promise in return? What shall he suffer?"
"Unrequited love."
"Yes, yes, that he shall!"
"His kingdom and his race shall be ruined," continued Cethegus.
"And he will know that it is through me!"
"I will take care that he shall know that. When shall we start for Ravenna?"
"To-morrow! No; to-day, this instant." She stopped and grasped his hand. "Cethegus, tell me, am I beautiful?"
"Yes, most beautiful!"
"Ah!" she cried, tossing back her flowing hair, "Athalaric shall love me and perish! Away to Ravenna! I will and must see him!"
And she rushed out of the room.