With eyes glowing with fever and wrath, Otto leaped from the bed, planting himself before the prostrate form of the woman.
"Back!" he cried. "The first who lays hand on her dies by my hand, a traitor! Down on your knees before the Empress of the Romans!"
Terror and amazement accomplished Stephanie's salvation.
Even Eckhardt was stunned. He knelt with the rest with averted face.
"Leave the room!" Otto turned to the men-at-arms, and with heads bowed down they strode from the sick chamber and resumed their watch outside. What did it all mean? The presence of the Senator's wife at their sovereign's bedside, Eckhardt's contradictory demeanour, Otto's strange words; mystified they shook their heads, glad the terrible task had been spared them.
Otto's exertion was followed by a complete collapse, and he fell back in a swoon. After a time he seemed to rally. Without assistance he sat up straight and rigid, and turned towards the woman, whose wan face and sunken eyes made her fatal beauty all the more terrible.
"Tell me—shall I live till night?" he whispered.
And as she hid her face from him with a sob, he continued:
"Do not deceive me! I am not afraid!"
His voice broke. Every one in the room knelt down weeping. Sylvester tried to answer, but in vain. Hiding his face in his hands, the pontiff sobbed aloud.