Since then she has lain in a high fever and does not know even my wife; her thoughts ever go back to the storming of the castle, and she cries aloud and begs them to spare her lord's life.

It is pitiful to hear her.

The leech gives but small hope for her life, and in troth, Master Ward, methinks that God would deal most gently with her were He to take her.

Her heart is already in her husband's grave, for she was ever of a most loving and faithful nature.
Here there would be little comfort for her--she would fret that her boy would never inherit the lands of his father; and although she knows well enough that she would be always welcome here, and that Bertha would serve her as gladly and faithfully as ever she did when she was her nurse, yet she could not but greatly feel the change.

She was tenderly brought up, being, as I told you last week, the only daughter of Sir Harold Broome.