"Bring him a cup of warm wine," ordered the lady.
"No, no! no more wine," he groaned, "leave us alone. I have had enough of that."
When left alone with the lady of the castle, he wrung her hands and sank upon his knees.
"For God's sake, save me, most gracious Lady, I entreat you!"
"What ails you?"
"The Lord of Mitosin has poisoned me and himself too. May God punish him for it. Help me, or I must die."
"How can I help you?"
"Don't begrudge me that. You know very well I have been poisoned by a drinking cup, although there was no poison to be seen in it. They say that when you poisoned your husband, you did the same thing: you drank from the same cup with him, so as not to excite his suspicions, and drank the poison; but after he died, you went aside and took the antidote. You lived and he died."
"You're mad!"
"No, I am not. Give me the antidote. You know the secret. If you set me free, I'll tell you a secret you will not be sorry to hear."