As she studied the features on the pillow beside her, the heart of the girl throbbed in tenderness.
She realized as fully as any one else could what her mother had suffered.

Thoughts of the night brought shuddering fear.

She softly slipped from the bed, went to her room, dressed and entered the kitchen to attend the Emperors and prepare breakfast.

The pair had been left clinging to the piece of calico.

The calico was there and a few pieces of beautiful wing.