(Urilda shudders.)
Uril. (starting and agitated.) Murder! but, then, my father was not there,—
Or was there—but to save?
Adel. I will not speak—
Dark thoughts come thronging with that night’s remembrance.
Twice, twice, with horrible strength the voice shrieked murder!
I flew in madness there.—Amid the night
Darkly I grappled with two shadowy forms,
Beneath whose gripe a struggling warrior heaved,
Then lay a corse.—I had no arms.—