Norna. It is most true.
Louis. And canst thou tell me whither she hath gone? I will reward thee well.
Norna. I can. She lies within her tomb, in the chapel of the castle.
Louis. Dead!—it cannot be! They told me she had fled away with some young lord who had won her love. Was it not true?
Norna. It is false as the villain's heart who framed the tale. I bore the murdered lady to her tomb, and laid her there.
Louis. Murdered? How? When? By whom? Oh, tell me I beseech thee!
Norna. Her husband's cruel hand took the life he had made a burden. I heard him swear it ere he dealt the blow.
Louis. Wherefore did he kill her? Oh, answer quickly or I shall go mad with grief and hate.
Norna. I can tell thee little. From my hiding-place I heard her vow never to confess whose dagger had been found in her apartment, and her jealous lord, in his wild anger, murdered her.
Louis. 'Twas mine. Would it had been sheathed in mine own breast ere it had caused so dark a deed! Ah, Theresa, why did I leave thee to a fate like this?