Truly we are Fate's fools, all of us," and he smiled a ghastly smile and died.
Hugh hid his face in his hands and sobbed in his helpless rage.
"The innocent slain," he said, "by me, and the guilty spared--by me.

Oh, God! my cup is full.

Take his arms, man, that one day I may show them to Acour, and let us be going ere we share this poor knight's fate.

Ah! who could have guessed it was thus that I and Sir Pierre should meet and part again.".