Sang Adhelmar:

"D'Andreghen in Normandy
Went forth to slay mine enemy;
But as he went
Lord God for me wrought marvellously;

"Wherefore, I may call and cry
That am now about to die,
'I am content!'

"Domine! Domine!
Gratias accipe!
Et meum animum
Recipe in coelum_!"


6. They Kiss at Parting

When he had come to Puysange, Adhelmar climbed the stairs of the White
Turret,--slowly, for he was growing very feeble now,--and so came again
to Melite crouching among the burned-out candles in the slate-colored
twilight which heralded dawn.

"He is safe," said Adhelmar. He told Melite how Hugues was rescued and
shipped to England, and how, if she would, she might straightway follow
him in a fishing-boat. "For there is likely to be ugly work at Puysange,"
Adhelmar said, "when the marshal comes. And he will come."

"But what will you do now, my cousin?" asked Melite.