objected the harper; “and, further, you need not fear that the wind will carry me off through broken windows or falling chimneys.”
“I tell you that in other respects the place is not in order and prepared for occupancy.”
“For to-night my coat will serve for a pillow, and to-morrow you can prepare a bed for me there.”
“You will not close your eyes there.”
“I am not squeamish; lack of comfort does not frighten me.”
“It is not only for the lack of comfort. Strange things appear in the old Castle, which it is best not to see and know of.”
“I am not cowardly”
The stewardess wrung her hands at the harper’s obstinacy.
“A white woman with a lute in her arms promenades through the halls. She is a descendant of the family that ruled here before our gracious master, and whoever catches the sound of her mournful song dies within a year,” sadly she added. “What will our
