Shame upon earth and damnation will be your portion." The answer was exact--for Wilhelmine had prayed to know if the prince would always love and never reject her.
"Still a third question," cried Cagliostro.

In silence Wilhelmine asked, and the prophetess answered aloud: "You will be countess, you will become a princess, you will possess millions, you will have the whole world at your feet, if you call to your aid the Invisible Fathers, and implore the power and miraculous blessing of the Great Kophta." Wilhelmine, deeply moved, sank overpowered upon her knees, and cried aloud: "I call upon the Invisible Fathers for aid and assistance; I implore the power and miraculous blessing of the Great Kophta." Suddenly, amid the rolling of thunder and intense darkness, Wilhelmine felt herself lifted up--borne away, as loud prayers were uttered around her.

Then she felt herself lowered again and with the freedom of motion.
"Fly! fly from the revenge of the immortals, if you still doubt, still mistrust!" cried a fearful voice above her.

"Behold how the immortals revenge themselves." Immediately a light began to dawn before her, a form rose from the darkness like her own.

She beheld herself kneeling, imploring, her face deluged with tears, and before her a tall, erect, muffled figure, with a glittering sword in his uplifted arm, which sank gradually lower and lower until it pierced her bosom and the blood gushed forth.