Trembling with suppressed anger and bitter disappointment, she whispered to Hermanric as she passed him:-- 'You cannot save her if you would! You dare not commit her to the charge of your companions, she is too young and too fair to be abandoned to their doubtful protection.

You cannot escape with her, for you must remain here on the watch at your post.

You will not let her depart by herself, for you know that she would perish with cold and privation before the morning rises.

When I return on the morrow I shall see her in the tent.

You cannot escape from your promise;--you cannot forget it,--you must shed her blood!' 'The commands of the king,' said the old warrior, signing to his party to depart with Goisvintha, who now stood with forced calmness awaiting their guidance: 'will be communicated to the chieftain Hermanric on the morrow.