"The worst may be told quickly enough," said the monk with a voice which caused the Chamberlain to start.
"The Saxon dynasty is resting on two eyes."
Benilo nodded.
"On two eyes," he repeated, straining his gaze towards the monk.
"They will soon be closed for ever!"
The Chamberlain started from his seat.
"I do not understand."
"The fever does not temporize."
"'Tis the nature of the raven to croak. Let thine improvising damn thyself."
"Fate and the grave are relentless. I am the messenger of both!"