"Milena, have you been here all night?"
"No, I only came here just now."
"You look ill—very ill; I thought you were dying."
Milena kissed his hand, bathing it with tears. Uros once more sank down on his bed exhausted; still, after a few moments' rest, he again opened his eyes and looked round for his father. Bellacic understood the mute appeal, and bent down over him.
"Father," said he, "I don't think I am in this world for a long time.
I feel that all my strength is gone; but before——"
The father bent low over his son.
"Before what?" he asked.
"Before dying——"
"Well, my son?"
"Will you promise, father?"