"She did not touch my hair to-day!" cried the Princess.
"Aye, but she did," said he.
The Princess suddenly fell to sobbing; and she said:
"Tell me the truth, tell me the truth. Surely it was in truth Lord Harry Culverhouse?"
Then Rudolf drew very close to her, and said softly:
"Sweet sister, the noble gentleman whom we knew, he whom I loved, and who loved you in chivalrous deference, went from us two months ago. Be not troubled about him, for now all is well with him. But there was an unhappy man with you, who was not our Harry Culverhouse, and who had murderous and mad thoughts in his heart. Yet at the end he also died as readily and as nobly as our dear friend himself would have died for your sake. I pray you ask no more of him, but be contented to know that though he died by the sword yet he died in peace and willingly. But of our dear friend, as we knew him, think as much as you will, for the love of an honest gentleman is a good thing to think of."
The Princess Osra, hearing this, laid her
