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KONRAD WALLENROD.
The knights listened in suspense,—it was the voice of the Recluse. They looked at the grate, and fancied they saw her extending her arms downwards, to some one beneath; but to whom? all around was quiet,—only at a distance something was flickering, like a steel helmet, and a shadow on the ground;—was it the cloak of a knight? It vanished. Surely the eye must have been deceived; it might be the first gleam of Aurora's light, with a cloud of dust raised by the breath of morn.
"Brethren," said Halban, "thanks be to Heaven, whose decrees have brought us hither; let us trust to the voice of the Recluse. Did you hear her
