A servant instantly brought a lamp.
Louis and Christopher were calmly in their places, but Adolphus had his head bowed forward in his hands and was shuddering.
"Herr Jesus! I saw her!" he murmured. "A little maid—and is there a bloody death for all of us?"
But William's serene laugh, the flood of light, the stir and move of ordinary things about them swept away the sense of dread and mystery; the skryer sighed, stirred from his stupor, and began packing up his appliances. He did not seem disposed to speak and the knights did not urge it; they severally left to change their armour, on which still lay the dust of the tourney.
The Prince lingered last; he put a purse of thalers into Duprès' hand and thanked him courteously.
"Seigneur," said the skryer with emotion, "I will tell no one but I will tell you, who are a very prudent Prince, that those knights I saw slain had the faces of your brothers—of Count Louis, Count Adolphus, and one who is not here, and Duke Christopher."
"And the murdered man?" asked William, turning on him his powerful eyes.
"It was Your Highness," replied Duprès, bowing his head.
"All of us!" said the Prince lightly. "Was it John you saw, or Henry—that third cavalier?"
"It was not His Grace, John, but one younger whom I have never seen."