And with this she rose and took him by the hand, and they two went back together to where the Bishop of Modenstein still prayed beside the body of the lady.
Osra stood on one side of the body, and stretched her hand out to the prince, who stood on the other side.
"See," said she, "she must be between us." And having kissed the dead face once, she left the prince there by the side of his love, and herself went out, and turning her head, saw that the prince knelt again by the corpse of his love.
"He does not think of me," she said to the bishop.
"His thoughts are still with her, madam," he answered.
It was late night now, and they rode swiftly and silently along the road to Strelsau. And on all the way they spoke to one another only a few words, being both sunk deep in thought. But once Osra spoke, as they were already near to Strelsau. For she turned suddenly to the bishop, saying:
"My lord, what is it? Do you know it?"
"Yes, madam, I have known it," answered the bishop.
"Yet you are a churchman!"
"True, madam," said he, and he smiled sadly.