The prince remained standing. Life returned to him: a reality full of anguish, born of nightmare. His eyes swam with tears:
"Xardi," he implored, "Xardi ... your house has always been loyal to our house; swear to me that you will be silent."
The marquis looked at the crown-prince in consternation:
"Highness...."
"Swear to me, Xardi."
"I swear to you, highness," said the aide, subdued; and he stretched out his fingers to the crucifix hanging on the wall.
Othomar pressed his hand:
"Did Prince Berengar...." He could scarcely speak. "Did Prince Berengar become so ill suddenly?..."
"The fever is increasing every moment, highness, and he is delirious...."
"I will go to him," said Othomar.