All is discovered.

My waiting-lady, the priestess, but now has told me that my father, the king, purposes to seize and throw you into prison to-morrow, and thereafter to put you on your trial for being beloved by a daughter of the royal blood, of which, as you are a foreign man, however noble you may be, the punishment is death.

Moreover, if you are condemned, your doom will be my own.

There is but one way in which to save my life, and that is by your flight, for if you fly it has been whispered to me that all will be forgotten." Now, in my dream, he who wore the Wanderer's shape reasoned with her, saying at length that it was better they both should die, to live on in the world of spirits, rather than part for ever.

She hid her face on his breast and answered, "I cannot die.