Roy fastened it carefully among the frozen boughs. Then he came to my side and pushed away from my face the fur cloak.
“Come where I can look upon your face, Isabella, for I love you! I have loved you always! When the torch dies out we shall not see again until we see in Heaven!”
Then I sat beside him and we watched the torch and spoke of the drear years which had passed, in which we might have been so happy if we had known!
And then I remember nothing!
END OF ISABELLA’S CHRONICLE.
PART III.
THE FURTHER HISTORY AS SET FORTH BY THE WHOLE PARTY AND WRITTEN BY THE HISTORIAN.
CHAPTER VIII.
RED LIGHT.
Walls of rock crashed beside Regan; he fell into a chasm where before his eyes flowed volcanoes’ fire.
The air was sulphurous. The sea swept upon him through the cleft rocks.
Even he was appalled! Alone! Both dead!—Isabella and the man who would not marry her, who would not love her, his beautiful sister Isabella!