Yet once more the sacred sounds swept through the air, “Holy, holy, holy.”
The white knight turned away and frowned; but as the sound died out he said, “Come, let us go. What, again thou tremblest?”
“How gentle does this music make me. As I hear it I have no fear—feel no hate. Again, dear sounds, again.”
Yet once more the hymn arose, “Holy, holy, holy!”
“He would be free! What, shall all my hope be destroyed? Never!”
“I am happy, I am happy!”
“Wherefore? That thy rival is blest; that they offer up prayers for him?”
“Again; again.”
“Go also; kneel humbly—humbly; and pray for his welfare too! Go, coward.”
The knight looked quickly at Bertram; gazed earnestly into his face; and, as the religious sounds again spread through the air, he cried out:—