Is my brother with the army of the king ?' This declaration produced a marked change in the bystanders.

The looks of indifference or curiosity which they had at first cast on the fugitive, changed to the liveliest expression of wonder and respect.
The chieftain whom she had addressed raised the visor of his helmet so as to uncover his face, answered her question in the affirmative, and ordered two soldiers to conduct her to the temporary encampment of the main army in the rear.

As she turned to depart, an old man advanced, leaning on his long, heavy sword, and accosted her thus-- 'I am Withimer, whose daughter was left hostage with the Romans in Aquileia.

Is she of the slain or of the escaped ?' 'Her bones rot under the city walls,' was the answer.

'The Romans made of her a feast for the dogs.' No word or tear escaped the old warrior.