I started after Lucille, and found her weeping behind the knoll where we had appointed to fight.
“Come,” was all I said.
She followed me without a word, and, when we neared the place where Sir George was dying, I would have hung back, letting her go to him alone.
However, he motioned me to approach with her, and so it was that we stood, Lucille and Simon and I, at his side.
“Madame,” he said, “will you forgive me for all I have done? For the trick I played on you?”
“Yes, my lord,” answered Lucille. “Though it was a grievous wrong, yet, since you are near to death I do forgive you, freely and fully.”
“I thank you,” he said, simply.
“And you, sir?” looking at me.
“I, too, can afford to forgive and forget,” I replied, as I took Lucille’s hand.
“It is enough,” were his next words. Then a tremor seemed to pass over him. I turned Lucille away that she might not see the end.