At this sound he woke with a scream--raised himself--endeavoured to advance towards the woman, and staggered backward against the side of the cave.

A second wound in the leg had wreaked that destruction on his vigour which the first had effected on his beauty.

He was a cripple.
At the instant of his awakening the woman had started up.

She now raised him from the ground, and taking some herbs from her bosom, applied them to his wounded cheek.

By this action her dress became discomposed: it was stiff at the top with coagulated blood, which had evidently flowed from a cut in her neck.
All her attempts to compose the child were in vain; he moaned and wept piteously, muttering at intervals his disjointed exclamations of impatience at the coldness of the place and the agony of his recent wounds.