“Your injunctions shall be strictly obeyed, Sire,” replied Rodomont.
“I have changed my mind in regard to Osbert Clinton,” pursued Philip. “In consideration of the important services he has heretofore rendered me, I am disposed to overlook the grave offence he has committed. He is pardoned.”
There was a brief pause, but no word of gratitude escaped Osbert.
“Do you not hear, Sir?” said Rodomont, as he gave back the sword to Osbert. “Have you no thanks for the grace vouchsafed you by his Majesty?”
“The grace is unsolicited by me, and claims no thanks,” rejoined Osbert, almost fiercely.
“Leave him alone,” said Philip; “his mind is disordered. When the fit has passed, and he is become calm, he will think differently. Away at once to Lambeth Palace with the prisoners.”
“Constance!” exclaimed Osbert, rushing towards her.
“Farewell for ever!” she rejoined. “Do not grieve for me. Now I know you are free, I can bear any sufferings that may be inflicted upon me.”
“My freedom shall be employed for your preservation,” he whispered. “I will accomplish your liberation, or perish in the attempt.”
“I forbid it,” she returned. “Henceforward I shall strive to shake off all earthly ties, and fix my thoughts entirely upon Heaven. Farewell for ever!”