There, with face stern and awful, his silver hair flowing about his head, his crimson robe clear against the violet sky, his grand form upright, his shining staff uplifted as if to call down God’s vengeance, stood Father Renaudin!
Beside him was Isabella, of the superb beauty of the moment seeming a part, with ashen face, parted lips, and steady eyes gazing past him, ever past Roy Lee, at something else!
“When the torch dies out we shall not see again until we see in Heaven!” He remembered he had told her that. Now, at what was she looking?
Roy turned to where Regan had stood.
He stood there still, and from the point of the withdrawn dagger he was shaking his own heart’s blood!
“Father Renaudin, come here!” cried Roy Lee, in an awful voice. “Come here! Am I mad, or has the world gone mad? I’ve killed a man! I’ve killed him and he does not die!”
“There is no God!” whispered Regan, “there is no God! There can be none, but, if there were one, all-merciful and a rememberer of the agony of human hearts, He would permit this!”
CHAPTER X.
UNDER THE LIGHT OF TWO SUNS.
“Traitor and murderer, Roy Lee!” said Regan.
Then Roy saw that close beside him stood Isabella. She clasped his cold hand.