“That may be mended.”
“But nothing can mend me—ah!”
He spoke in an absent and regretful voice.
They could hear the warm wind without and the groanings of the wounded who lay in the outhouses.
“Tell me what I can do,” asked the Prince.
“Nothing.”
The blue eyes opened vacantly.
“Your family——?”
“Yes, ah, yes.”
“I will write to them——”