“Feliciana! impossible: my ears play upon me,” said Appadocca.
“No, no: it is—it is Feliciana; Feliciana, who has tracked you from her father’s humble house, and who will still follow you as long as life continues under the labours she will undertake for you, and the privations she may have to endure on your account.”
“At this place, and at this dismal hour!” remarked Appadocca.
“Better this place with all its horrors than the palace in which I could not find you,” answered Feliciana.
“Strange devotedness,” muttered Appadocca.
“But how came you to know that I was here,” asked Appadocca.
“A sorceress told me you would be,” answered Feliciana. “I entered this cemetery. Heavens, how I trembled! and trod its solitary walk, and examined each whitened monument until—until—I—saw you—at—at—a grave. Return, return, with me, let me pray with you, let me join my prayers with yours.”
On saying this, Feliciana proceed down the walk, and led the unresisting captain after her.
Arrived at the simple grave, she threw herself on her knees, and began to pray. Appadocca stood by, now resting on his sword.