Another crash. Something warm struck his back. He turned round. All the roof was gone now. He looked into a pool of flame.
A fiercer blow than the former. Sight gone. Head giddy. Ah!
They saw the flame touch him; they saw him thrust his arms before his face. They saw him sway, and fall into the crater.
They knew he had lost his life in the tower that night, but they never knew that tower was the tomb of husband and wife.
"Well, Maud, as we are not leaving home for our honeymoon, and there is only one place in the Castle where you have never been—the top of the Tower of Silence, suppose we take lanterns and go there for an hour. I am curious to see this historic tower, this Weird Sister dowered with a legend of blood. You are not afraid to go."
"I should like to go. There is nothing I would like better. It will be an adventure."
When they were there he said: "I am glad we came. We are promised a glorious view presently. There is the moon rising."
"The moon does not rise there. It rises here," pointing.
"Then there must be a fire."